Cam. Sir, my Lord, I could do this; and that with no rash potion, But with a ling'ring dram, that should not work Maliciously, like poison: But I cannot 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 The purity and whiteness of my sheets, Which to preserve, is sleep; which being spotted, Is goads, thorns, nettles, tails of wasps ? Give scandal to the blood o'the Prince my son, Who, I do think, is mine, and love as mine; Without ripe moving to't? Would I do this? Could man so blench?

Cam. I must believe you, Sir;
I do; and will fetch off Bohemia fort:
Provided, that when he's remov'd, your Highness
Will take again your Queen, as yours at first;
Even 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 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,
And with your Queen: I am his cupbearer;
If from me he have wholesome beverage,
Account me not your servant.

Leon. This is all :
Do't, and thou hast the one half of my heart;
Do't not,

thou split'st thine own.

me.

Cam. I'll do't, my Lord.
Leon. I will seem friendly, as thou hast advis'd

( Exit.
Cam. O miserable lady! But, for me,
What case stand I in? I must be the poisoner
Of good Polixenes: and my ground to do't
Is the obedience to a master; one,
Who, in rebellion with himself, will have
All that are his, so too. To do this deed,
Promotion follows: If I could example
Of thousands, that had struck anointed Kings,
And flourish'd after, I'd not do't: but since
Nor brass, nor stone, nor parchment, bears not one,
Let villainy itself forswear't. I must
Forsake the court: to do't or no, is certain
To me a break.neck. Happy star, reign now!
Here comes Bohemia.

Enter POLIXENES.
Pol. This is strange! methinks,
My favour here begins to warp. Not speak ?
Good-day, Camillo.

Cam. Hail, most royal Sir!
Pol. What is the news i'the court?
Cam. None rare, my Lord.

Pol. The King hath on him such a countenance,
As he had lost some province, and a region,
Lov'd as he loves himself: even now I met him
With customary compliment: when he,
Wafting his eyes to the contrary, and falling
A lip of much contempt, speeds from me; and
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;
And cannot say, you dare not. Good Camillo,
Your chang'd complexion's are to me a mirror,
Which shows me mine chang'd too: for I must be
A party in this alteration, finding
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
Of
yoll,
that

yet are well.
Pol. How! canght of me?
Make me not sighted like the basilisk:
I have look'd on thousands, who have sped the

better
By my regard, but kill'd none so. Camillo,
As you are certainly a gentleman; thereto.
Clerklike, experienc'd, which no less adorns
Our gentry, than our parents' noble names,
In whose success we are gentle,

I beseech yoil,
I you know aught which does behove my know

ledge Thereof to be inform'd, imprison it not 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 thec, by all the parts of man,'
Which honour does acknowledge, whereof the

least
Is not this suit of mine, that thou declare
What incidency thou dost guess of harm
Is creeping toward me; how far off, how near;
Which way to be prevented, if to be;
If not, how best to bear it.

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 il; 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. By the King.
Pol. 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
Forbiddenly.

Pol. O, then my best blood turn
To an infected jelly; and my name
Be yok'd with his, that did betray the best!
Turn then my freshest reputation to
A savour, that may strike the dullest nostril
Where I arrive; and my approach be shunnid,
Nay, hated too, worse that the great’st infection
That e'er was heard, or read!

Cam. Swear his thought over
By each particular star in heaven, and
By all their influences, you may as well
Forbid the sea for to obey the moon,
As or, by oath, remove, or counsel, shake,
The fabrick of his folly; whose foundation
Is pil'd upon his faith, and will continue
The standing of his body.

Pol. How should this grow?

Cam. I know not: but, I am sure, 'lis safer to Avoid what's grown, than question how 'tis born. If therefore you dare trust my honesty,

That lies enclosed in this trunk, which you
Shall bear along impawn'd, away to-night.
Your followers I will whisper to the business;
And will, by twos, and threes, at several posterne,
Clear them o'the city: For myself, I'll put
My fortunes to your service; which are here
By this discovery lost. By not uncertain;
For, by the honour of my parents,
Have utter'd truth: which if you seek to prove,
I dare not stand by; nor shall you be safer
Than one condemn'd by the King's own month.

thereon His execution sworn.

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 ships are ready, and
My people did expect my hence departure
Two days ago.

This jealousy
Is for a precious creature: as she's rare,
Must it be great; and, as his person's mighty,
Must it be violent; and as he does conceive
He is dishonour'd by a man which ever
Profess'd to him, why, his revenges must
In that be made more bitter. Fear o'ershades me:
Good expedition be my friend, and comfort
The gracious Queen, part of his theme, but nothing
Of his ill-ta'en suspicion! Come, Campillo;
I will respect thee as a father, if
Thou bear'st my life off hence: Let us avoid.

Cam. It is in mine anthorithy, to command The keys of all the posterns: Please your Highness To take the urgent hour: come, Sir, away. (Exeunt.