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Of good Polixenes: and my ground to do't
Is the obedience to a master; one,
Who, in rebellion with himself, will have
All that are his, so too.—To do this deed,
Promotion follows: If I could find example
Of thousands, that had struck anointed kings,
And flourish'd after, I'd not do't: but since
Nor brass, nor stone, nor parchment, bears not one,
Let villainy itself forswear't. I must
Forsake the court: to do't, or no, is certain
To me a break-neck. Happy star, reign now!
Here comes Bohemia.

Enter Polirenes. · Pol.

This is strange! methinks,
My favour here begins to warp. Not speak?
Good-day, Camillo.

Hail, most royal sir!
Pol. What is the news i'the court?
Сат. .

None rare, my lord.
Pol. The king hath on him such a countenance,
As he had lost some province, and a region,
Lov'd as he loves himself: even now I met him
With customary compliment; when he,
Wafting his eyes to the contrary, and falling
A lip of much contempt, speeds from me; and
So leaves me, to consider what is breeding,
That changes thus his manners.

Cam. I dare not know, my lord.
Pol. How! dare not? do not. Do you know, and

dare not
Be intelligent to me? 'Tis thereabouts;



For, to yourself, what you do know, you must;
And cannot say, you dare not. Good Camillo,
Your chang'd complexions are to me a mirror,
Which shows me mine chang’d too: for I must be
A party in this alteration, finding
Myself thus alter'd with it.
Сат. .

There is a sickness
Which puts some of us in distemper; but
I cannot name the disease; and it is caught
Of you, that yet are well.

How! caught of me?
Make me not sighted like the basilisk:
I have look'd on thousands, who have sped the better
By my regard, but kill'd none so. Camillo,
As you are certainly a gentleman; thereto
Clerklike, experienc'd, which no less adorns
Our gentry, than our parents' noble names,
In whose success we are gentle, -I beseech you,
you know aught which does behove


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;
Since I am charg'd in honour, and by him
That I think honourable: Therefore, mark my

Which must be even as swiftly follow'd, as
I mean to utter it; or both yourself and me
Cry, lost, and so good-night.

On, good Camillo.
Cam. I am appointed Him to murder you.
Pol. By whom, 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
The standing of his body.

How should this grow?
Cam. I know not: but, I am sure, 'tis safer to
Avoid what's grown, than question how 'tis born.
If therefore you dare trust my honesty, --
That lies enclosed in this trunk, which you
Shall bear along impawn’d,--away to-night.
Your followers I will whisper to the business ;
And will, by twos, and threes, at several posterns,
Clear them o'the city: For myself, I'll put
My fortunes to your service, which are here
By this discovery lost. Be not uncertain;
For, by the honour of my parents, I
Have utter'd truth: which if you seek to prove,
I dare not stand by; nor shall you

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

Of his ill-ta’en suspicion! Come, Camillo;
I will respect thee as a father, if
Thou bear'st my life off hence: Let us avoid.

Cam. It is in mine authority, to command
The keys of all the posterns: Please your highness
To take the urgent hour: come, sir, away.


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