Would hang themselves. Phyfick for't there is none; It is a bawdy planet, that will strike Where 'tis predominant; and 'tis powerful, think it, From east, weft, north, and fouth: Be it concluded, No barricado for a belly; know it; It will let in and out the enemy, With bag and baggage; many a thousand of us LEON. Why, that's fome comfort.- CAM. Ay, my good lord. LEON. Go play, Mamillius; thou'rt an honeft man. [Exit MAMILLIUS. Camillo, this great fir will yet stay longer. CAM. You had much ado to make his anchor hold; CAM. He would not stay at your petitions; made His business more material. LEON. Didft perceive it ?— They're here with me already; whispering, rounding, Sicilia is a fo-forth: 'Tis far gone, When I fhall guft it laft.-How came't, Camillo, That he did stay? CAM. At the good queen's entreaty. LEON. At the queen's, be't: good, fhould be pertinent; But fo it is, it is not. Was this taken By any understanding pate but thine? More than the common blocks :-Not noted, is't, Perchance, are to this business purblind: fay. CAM. Business, my lord? I think, most understand Bohemia stays here longer, LEON. Ha? CAM. Stays here longer. LEON. Ay, but why? CAM. To fatisfy your highness, and the entreaties Of our most gracious mistress. LEON. Satisfy The entreaties of your mistress? In that which feems fo. CAM. Be it forbid, my lord! LEON. To bide upon't ;-Thou art not honeft: or, If thou inclin'ft that way, thou art a coward; Which hoxes honefty behind, reftraining From courfe required: Or elfe thou must be counted A fervant, grafted in my ferious trust, And therein negligent; or elfe a fool, 'I That feest a game play'd home, the rich ftake drawn, And tak'st it all for jest. CAM. My gracious lord, may be negligent, foolish, and fearful; In every one of thefe no man is free, But that his negligence, his folly, fear, Amongst the infinite doings of the world, Sometime puts forth: In your affairs, my lord, If ever I were wilful-negligent, G g iiij 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 feen, Camillo, (But that's past doubt: you have; or your eye-glass Is thicker than a cuckold's horn ;) or heard, (For to a vifion fo apparent, rumour Cannot be mute,) or thought, (for cogitation Refides not in that man, that does not think it,) (Or else be impudently negative, To have nor eyes, nor ears, nor thought,) then say, My wife's a hobbyhorfe; deserves a name As rank as any flax-wench, that puts to Before her troth-plight: fay it, and justify it. CAM. I would not be a stander-by, to hear As deep as that, though true. LEON. Is whifpering nothing? Is leaning cheek to cheek? is meeting noses? blind Of laughter with a figh? (a note infallible CAM. Good my lord, be cur'd Of this diseas'd opinion, and betimes; For 'tis most dangerous. LEON. Say, it be; 'tis true. CAM. No, no, my lord. LEON. It is; you lie, you lie : I say, thou lieft, Camillo, and I hate thee; Canft with thine eyes at once fee 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 fervants true about me; that bare eyes Their own particular thrifts,—they would do that How I am galled,-might'ft befpice a cup, I could do this; and that with no rafh potion, I have lov'd thee, LEON. Make't thy question, and go rot! Give fcandal to the blood o'the prince my fon, CAM. I must believe you, fir; I do; and will fetch off Bohemia for't: Provided, that when he's remov'd, your highness LEON. Thou doft advife me, Even fo as I mine own courfe have fet 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 feafts, keep with Bohemia, |