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Of good Polixenes: and my ground to do't
Enter Polirenes. · Pol.
This is strange! methinks,
Hail, most royal sir!
None rare, my lord.
Cam. I dare not know, my lord.
For, to yourself, what you do know, you must;
There is a sickness
How! caught of me?
knowledge Thereof to be inform’d, imprison it not In ignorant concealment. Cam.
I may not answer. Pol. A sickness caught of me, and yet. I well! I must be answer'd. -Dost thou hear, Camillo, I conjure thee, by all the parts of man, Which honour does' acknowledge, — whereof the
least Is not this suit of mine,--that thou declare What incidency thou dost guess
of harm Is creeping toward me; how far off, how near; Which way to be prevented, if to be;
If not, how best to bear it.
Sir, I'll tell you;
On, good Camillo.
By the king. Pol.
For what? Cam. He thinks, nay, with all confidence he
swears, As he had seen't, or been an instrument To vice you to't,—that you have touch'd his queen Forbiddenly. Pol.
0, then my best blood turn To an infected jelly; and my name Be yok'd with his, that did betray the best! Turn then my freshest reputation to A savour, that may strike the dullest nostril Where I arrive; and my approach be shunn'd, Nay, hated too, worse than the great'st infection That e'er was heard, or read! Cam.
Swear his thought over By each particular star in heaven, and By all their influences, you may as well Forbid the sea for to obey the moon, As or, by oath, remove, or counsel, shake, The fabrick of his folly; whose foundation
Is pild upon his faith, and will continue
How should this grow?
be safer Than one condemn'd by the king's own mouth,
thereon His execution sworn. Pol.
I do believe thee: I saw his heart in his face. Give me thy hand; Be pilot to me, and thy places shall Still neighbour mine: My ships are ready, and My people did expect my hence departure Two days ago.—This jealousy Is for a precious creature: as she's rare, Must it be great; and, as his person's mighty, Must it be violent; and as he does conceive He is dishonour'd by a man which ever Profess’d to him, why, his revenges must In that be made more bitter. Fear o'ershades me: Good expedition be my friend, and comfort
The gracious queen, part of his theme, but no
Cam. It is in mine authority, to command