And with your queen: I am his cupbearer; LEON. This is all: Do't, and thou haft the one half of my heart; Do't not, thou split'st thine own. CAM. I'll do't, my lord. LEON. I will feem friendly, as thou haft advis'd me. [Exit. CAM. O miferable lady!But, for me, What case stand I in? I must be the poisoner Of good Polixenes: and my ground to do't Who, in rebellion with himself, will have Forfake the court: to do't, or no, is certain To me a break-neck. Happy ftar, reign now! Enter POLIXENES. POL. This is strange! methinks, My favour here begins to warp. Not speak? CAM. Hail, moft royal fir! POL. What is the news i'the court? CAM. None rare, my lord. POL. The king hath on him fuch a countenance, As he had loft fome province, and a region Wafting his eyes to the contrary, and falling CAM. I dare not know, my lord. [dare not POL. How! dare not? do not. Do you know, and Be intelligent to me? 'Tis thereabouts; For, to yourself, what you do know, you must; And cannot fay, 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 Myfelf thus alter'd with it. CAM. There is a fickness Which puts fome of us in diftemper; but POL. How! caught of me? Make me not fighted like the bafilisk : I have look'd on thousands, who have sped the better In ignorant concealment. CAM. I may not answer. POL. A fickness caught of me, and yet I well! Which honour does acknowledge,—whereof the least Is not this fuit of mine, that thou declare Is creeping toward me; how far off, how near; CAM. Sir, I'll tell you; Since I am 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, loft, and fo good-night. POL. On, good Camillo. CAM. I am appointed Him to murder you. POL. By whom, Camillo ? CAM. By the king. POL. For what? CAM. He thinks, nay, with all confidence he fwears, As he had feen't, or been an inftrument To vice to't, that you Forbiddenly. you have touch'd his queen POL. O, then my best blood turn To an infected jelly; and my name Be yok'd with his, that did betray the best! A favour, that may ftrike the dullest noftril CAM. Swear his thought over By each particular star in heaven, and As or, by oath, remove, or counsel, shake, The fabrick of his folly; whose foundation POL. How fhould this grow? CAM. I know not: but, I am fure, 'tis fafer 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; Be pilot to me, and thy places shall Still neighbour mine: My fhips are ready, and Is for a precious creature: as fhe's rare, In that be made more bitter. Fear o'erfhades, me: The gracious queen, part of his theme, but nothing Of his ill-ta'en fufpicion! Come, Camillo ; Thou bear'st my life off hence: Let us avoid. CAM. It is in mine authority, to command ACT II. SCENE I. The fame. [Exeunt. Enter HERMIONE, MAMILLIUS, and LADIES., HER. Take the boy to you: he fo troubles me, 'Tis paft enduring. 1 LADY. Come, my gracious lord. Shall I be your play-fellow? MAM. No, I'll none of you. 1 LADY. Why, my fweet lord? MAM. You'll kiss me hard; and fpeak to me as if I were a baby ftill.-I love you better. 2 LADY. And why fo, my good lord? MAM. Not for because Your brows are blacker; yet black brows, they fay, 2 LADY. Who taught you this? MAM. I learn'd it out of women's faces.-Pray now What colour are your eye-brows? 1 LɅDr. Blue, my lord. MAM. Nay, that's a mock: I have feen a lady's nofe That has been blue, but not her eye-brows. 2 LADY. Hark ye: The queen, your mother, rounds apace: we fhall |