Are you so fond of your young Prince, as we Pol. If at home, Sir, He's all my exercise, my mirth, my matter; Leon. So stands this squire Offic'd with me: we two will walk, my Lord, And leave you to your graver steps. Hermione, How thou lov'st us, show in our brother's welcome; Next to thyself, and my young rover, he's Her. If you would seek us, We are yours i'the garden: Shall's attend you there? Leon. To your own bents dispose you: you'll be found, Be you beneath the sky: - I am angling now, [Aside. Observing POLIXENES and HERMIONE. one. [Exeunt POLIXENES, HERMIONE, and attendants. Go, play, boy, play; Or I am much deceiv'd, cuckolds ere now; There And many a man there is, even at this present, Where 'tis predominant; and 'tis powerful, think it, It will let in and out the enemy, How now, boy? With bag and baggage: many a thousand of us Cam. Ay, my good Lord. Leon. Go play, Mamillius; thou'rt 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 at your petitions; made His business more material. They're here with me already; whispering, rounding, Sicilia is a so-forth: 'Tis far gone, When I shall gust it last. That he did stay? How cam't, Camillo, 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 Cam. Business, my Lord? I think, most understand Bohemia stays here longer. Leon. Ha? Cam. Stays here longer. Cam. To satisfy your Highness, and the entreaties Of our most gracious mistress. Leon. Satisfy The entreaties of your mistress? satisfy? Let that suffice. I have trusted thee, Camillo, 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 boxes 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, And tak'st it all for jest. Cam. My gracious Lord, I may be negligent, foolish, and fearful; Amongst the infinite doings of the world, It was my folly; 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, Leon. Is whispering nothing? Is leaning cheeck to cheek? is meeting noses? Of laughter with a sigh? (a note infallible Cam. Good my Lord, be cur'd Of this diseas'd opinion, and betimes; Leon. Say, it be; 'tis true. Cam. No, no, my Lord. Leon. It is; you lie, you lie: 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 Hand servants true about me; that bare eyes To see alike mine honour as their profits, Their own particular thrifts, they would do that Which should undo more doing: Ay, and thou, His cup-bearer, whom I, from meaner form Have bench'd, and rear'd to worship; who may'st see Plainly, as heaven sees earth, and earth sees heaven, How I am galled, might'st bespice a cup, To give mine enemy a lasting wink; |