It will let in and out, the enemy, With bag and baggage: many a thousand of us Leon. What! Camillo there? Cam. Ay, my good lord. Why, that's some comfort. Leon. Go play, Mamillius; thou art an honest man.— [Exit MAMILLIUS, Camillo, this great sir will yet stay longer. Cam. You had much ado to make his anchor hold: When you cast out, it still came home. Leon. Didst note it? Cam. He would not stay your petitions; made His business more material ". Leon. Didst perceive it ? They're here with me already; whispering, rounding, Sicilia is a so-forth: 'Tis far gone, When I shall gust it last.-How came't, Camillo, That he did stay? Cam. At the good queen's entreaty. Leon. At the queen's, be't: good, should be per tinent; But so it is, it is not. Was this taken By any understanding pate but thine ? For thy conceit is soaking, will draw in More than the common blocks :-Not noted, is't, 5 it still came home.] This is a seafaring expression, meaning, the anchor would not take hold. His business more material.] i. e. the more you requested him to stay, the more urgent he represented that business to be which summoned him away. 7 whispering, rounding,] To round in the ear is to whisper, or to tell secretly. gust it i. e. taste it. STEEVENS. Of head-piece extraordinary? lower messes", Leon. Cam. Leon. Ay, but why? Ha? Stays here longer. Cam. To satisfy your highness, and the entreaties Of our most gracious mistress. Leon. Satisfy The entreaties of your mistress ?-satisfy ?- In that which seems so. Cam. Be it forbid, my lord! Leon. To bide upon't:-Thou art not honest: or, If thou inclin'st that way, thou art a coward: Which hoxes honesty behind', restraining From course requir'd: Or else thou must be counted A servant, grafted in my serious trust, And therein negligent or else a fool, That seest a game play'd home, the rich stake drawn, Cam. 9 lower messes,] lower messes is perhaps used as an expres sion to signify the lowest degree about the court. 1 proper hoxes honesty behind,] To hor, is to ham-string. The word is, to hough, i. e. to cut the hough, or ham-string. If ever I were wilful-negligent, It was my folly; if industriously I play'd the fool, it was my negligence, Against the non-performance', 'twas a fear 'Tis none of mine. Leon. Have not you seen, Camillo, (But that's past doubt: you have; or your eye-glass Is thicker than a cuckold's horn ;) or heard, (For, to a vision so apparent, rumour Cannot be mute,) or thought, (for cogitation Resides not in that man, that does not think it,) My wife is slippery? If thou wilt confess, (Or else be impudently negative, To have nor eyes, nor ears, nor thought,) then say, Than this; which to reiterate, were sin As deep as that, though true. Leon. Is whispering nothing? Is leaning cheek to cheek? is meeting noses? 2 Whereof the execution did cry out Against the non-performance,] This is one of the expressions by which Shakspeare too frequently clouds his meaning. This sounding phrase means, I think, no more than a thing necessary to be done. JOHNSON. Kissing with inside lip? stopping the career Cam. Of this diseas'd opinion, and betimes; For 'tis most dangerous. Leon. Good my lord, be cur'd Say, it be; 'tis true. It is; you lie, you lie Cam. No, no, my lord. Leon. I say, thou liest, Camillo, and I hate thee; Canst with thine eyes at once see good and evil, The running of one glass. Cam. Who does infect her? Leon. Why he, that wears her like her medal*, hanging About his neck, Bohemia: Who-if I Had servants true about me: that bear eyes To see alike mine honour as their profits, Their own particular thrifts,-they would do that His cupbearer,-whom I from meaner form Have bench'd, and rear'd to worship; who may'st see 3 the pin and web,] Disorders in the eye. 4 like her medal,] i. e. her portrait. Mr. Malone reads "his medal." Plainly, as heaven sees earth, and earth sees heaven, To give mine enemy a lasting wink; Which draught to me were cordial. Cam. Sir, my lord, I could do this; and that with no rash potion, Believe this crack to be in my dread mistress, So sovereignly being honourable. I have lov'd thee, Leon. Make't thy question, and go rot'! Dost think, I am so muddy, so unsettled, To appoint myself in this vexation? sully Which to preserve, is sleep; which being spotted, Give scandal to the blood o'the prince my son, Cam. I must believe you, sir; I do; and will fetch off Bohemia for't: Provided, that when he's remov'd, your highness Even for your son's sake; and, thereby, for sealing The injury of tongues, in courts and kingdoms Known and allied to yours. Leon. Thou dost advise me, Even so as I mine own course have set down: I'll give no blemish to her honour, none. Cam. My lord, Go, then; and with a countenance as clear As friendship wears at feasts, keep with Bohemia, 5 Make't thy question, and go rot! &c.] This refers to what Camillo has just said, relative to the queen's chastity. 6 Could man so blench ?] To blench is to start off, to shrink. |