Be you beneath the sky. - [Aside] I am angling now, Though you perceive me not how I give line. Go to, go to! How she holds up the neb, the bill to him! And arms her with the boldness of a wife To her allowing husband! 180 [Exeunt Polixenes, Hermione, and Attendants. Gone already! 185 Inch-thick, knee-deep, o'er head and ears a fork'd one! Go, play, boy, play. - Thy mother plays, and I have been, Or I am much deceived, cuckolds ere now; 190 And many a man there is, even at this present, none; 200 It is a bawdy planet, that will strike No barricado for a belly; know 't; It will let in and out the enemy With bag and baggage: many thousand on 's Mam. I am like you, they say. Leon. 205 How now, boy! Why, that's some comfort. Cam. Ay, my good lord. What, Camillo there? 210 Leon. Go play, Mamillius; thou 'rt an honest 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. Cam. Didst note it? He would not stay at your petitions; made His business more material. [Aside] They're here with me already; whispering, rounding, 'Sicilia is a so-forth;' 'tis far gone, When I shall gust it last. How came 't, Camillo, That he did stay? Cam. At the good queen's entreaty. 220 Leon. At the queen's be 't: 'good' should be pertinent; But, so it is, it is not. Was this taken By any understanding pate but thine? For thy conceit is soaking, will draw in More than the common blocks; - not noted, is 't, 225 But of the finer natures? by some severals 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, 235 In that which seems so. Cam. Be it forbid, my lord! 240 Leon. To bide upon 't, thou art not honest; or, If thou inclinest that way, thou art a coward, Which hoxes honesty behind, restraining From course required; or else thou must be counted A servant grafted in my serious trust And therein negligent; or else a fool 246 That seest a game play'd home, the rich stake drawn, And takest it all for jest. Cam. My gracious lord, I may be negligent, foolish, and fearful; But that his negligence, his folly, fear, Sometime puts forth. In your affairs, my lord, It was my folly; if industriously I play'd the fool, it was my negligence, Not weighing well the end; if ever fearful 'Tis none of mine. Leon. Ha' not you seen, Camillo, 250 255 260 265 But that's past doubt; you have, or your eye glass Is thicker than a cuckold's horn, or heard, Cannot be mute, or thought, for cogitation Resides not in that man that does not think, – Or else be impudently negative, 270 To have nor eyes nor ears nor thought, then say 275 My wife's a hobby-horse, deserves a name As rank as any flax-wench that puts to As deep as that, though true. Leon. 280 Is whispering nothing? 285 Is leaning cheek to cheek? is meeting noses? If this be nothing. Cam. Of this diseased opinion, and betimes; For 'tis most dangerous. Leon. Good my lord, be cured Say it be, 'tis true. It is; you lie, you lie! Cam. No, no, my lord. Leon. I say thou liest, Camillo, and I hate thee, Pronounce thee a gross lout, a mindless slave, 295 300 |