And with your queen: I am his cupbearer; Leon. This is all: Do't, and thou hast the one half of my heart; Do't not, thou split'st thy own. Cam. I'll do't, my lord. Leon. I will seem friendly, as thou hast advis'd me. Cam. O miserable lady!-But, for me, What case stand I in? I must be the poisoner [Exit. Is the obedience to a master; one, Forsake the court: to do't, or no, is certain To me a break-neck. Happy star, reign now! Pol. Enter POLIXENES. This is strange! methinks, My favour here begins to warp. Not speak?- Cam. Pol. What is the news i'the court? Cam. Hail, most royal sir! None rare, my lord. Pol. The king hath on him such a countenance, 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; Myself thus alter'd with it. Cam. There is a sickness Which puts some of us in distemper; but I cannot name the disease; and it is caught Pol. How! caught of me? Make me not sighted like the basilisk: I have look'd on thousands, who have sped the better 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 7 In whose success we are gentle,] Success here means succession. Gentle is evidently opposed to simple; alluding to the distinction between the gentry and yeomanry. Is creeping toward me; how far off, how near; If not, how best to bear it. Cam. Sir, I'll tell you; Since I'm charg'd in honour, and by him That I think honourable: Therefore, mark my counsel; 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. Pol. On, good Camillo. Cam. I am appointed Him to murder you. Pol. By whom, Camillo ? Cam. Pol. By the king. 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 O, then my best blood turn To an infected jelly; and my name Be yok'd with his, that did betray the best + ! A savour, that may strike the dullest nostril Swear his thought over Cam. 8 I am appointed Him to murder you.] i. e. I am the person appointed by him to murder you. To vice-] i. e. to draw, persuade you; probably for advise. + i. e. Judas. Is pil'd upon his faith', and will continue Pol. How should this grow? Cam. I know not: but, I am sure, 'tis safer to Have utter'd truth: which if you seek to prove, Than one condemn'd by the king's own mouth, thereon Pol. I do believe thee; I saw his heart in his face. Give me thy hand; Still neighbour mine: My ships are ready, and Is for a precious creature: as she's rare, In that be made more bitter. Fear o'ershades me: The gracious queen, part of his theme, but nothing 1 whose foundation Is pil'd upon his faith,] This folly which is erected on the foundation of settled belief. I will respect thee as a father; if Thou bear'st my life off hence: Let us avoid. [Exeunt. ACT II. SCENE I.-The same. Enter HERMIONE, MAMILLIUS, and Ladies. Her. Take the boy to you: he so troubles me, 'Tis past enduring. 1 Lady. Come, my gracious lord. Shall I be your play-fellow? Мат. No, I'll none of you. 1 Lady. Why, my sweet lord? Mam. You'll kiss me hard; and speak to me as if I were a baby still.-I love you better. 2 Lady. And why so, my good lord †? Not for because Mam. Too much hair there, but in a semi-circle, Or half-moon made with a pen. 2 Lady. Mam. I learn'd it out of women's faces.-Pray now What colour are your eye-brows? 1 Lady. Who taught you this? Blue, my lord. Mam. Nay, that's a mock: I have seen a lady's nose That has been blue, but not her eye-brows. 2 Lady. Hark ye; The queen, your mother, rounds apace: we shall |