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By my regard, but kill'd none fo: Camillo,
As you are certainly a gentleman,
Clerk-like experienc'd, (which no less adorns
Our gentry, than our parents noble names,
In whose * success we are gentle) I beseech you.
If you know ought which does behove my knowledge
Thereof to be inform’d, imprison't not
In ignorant concealment.

Cam. I may not answer.

Pol. A fickness caught of me, and yet I well ?
I must be answer'd. Doft thou hear, Camillo,
I conjure theç by all the parts of man,
Which honour đoth acknowledge, whereof the least
Is not this fuit of mine, that thou declare
What incidency thou dost guess of harm
Is creeping towards 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'a in honour, and by him
That I think honourable ; therefore mark my counsel,
Which must be ev'n as swiftly follow'd as
I mean to utter it; or both yourself and me
Cry loft, and so good night.

Pol. On, good Camillo.'
Cam. I am appointed, Sir, 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 toucht his Queen

Pol. Oh then, my best blood turn To an insected jelly, and my name Be yoak’d with his that did betray the best! Turn then my fresheft reputation to A savour, that may strike the dullest noftril Where I arrive ; and my approach be fhun'd, Sursefs here is to be understood in the same fense as Suscce Foto


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Nay, hated too, worse than the great'it infection
That e'er was heard, or read!

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

Pol. How should this grow?

Cam. I know not; but I'm sure 'tis safer to
Avoid what's grown, than question how 'tis born.
If therefore you dare trust my honesty
That lies inclosed in this trunk, which you
Shall bear along impawn'd, away to-night!
Your followers I will whisper to the business,
And will by twoes, and threes, at several pofterns,
Clear them o'th' city. For my self, I'll put
My fortunes to your service, which are here
By this discovery lost. Be not uncertain,
For by the honour of my parents, I
Have atter'd truth ; which if you seek to prove,
I dare not Itand by’t; nor shall you be safer
Than one condema'd by the King's own mouth,
His execution sworn.

Pol. I do believe thee :
I saw his heart in's 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 jealousie
Is for a precious creature ; as The's rare,
Muft it be great ; and, as his person's mighty,
Muft 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'er-shades me :
Good expedition be my friend ! Heav'n comfort
The gracious Queen, part of his theam, but nothing



Of his ill-ta'en suspicion ! Come, Camillo,
I will respect thee as a father, if
Thou bear'st my life off bence. Let us avoid.

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

А ст. ІІ. SCENE 1.

The SCENE Continues,

Enter Hermione, Mamillus, and Ladies. Her.

MAKE the boy to you; he so troubles mes

'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 sweet Lord.

Mam. You'll kiss me hard, and speak to me as if
I were a baby Aill; I love you better.

2 Lady. And why so, práy, my Lord ?

Mam. Not for because
Your brows are blacker ; yet black brows, they say,
Become some women beft, so that there be not
Too much hair there, but in a semicircle,
Like a half-moon made with a pen.

2 Lady. Who taught you this?

Mam. I learn'd it out of women's faces: pray now, What colour be your eye-brows ?

1 Lady. Blue, my Lord.
Mam. Nay, that's a mock: I've seen a lady's nose
That has been blue, but not her eye-brows.

i Lady. Hark ye,
The Queen, your mother, rounds apace : we fall
Present our services to a fine new Prince
One of these days, and then you'll wanton with us,
If we would have you.

2 Lady. She is spread of late
Into a goodly bulk, good time encounter her!

Her. Whát wisdom stirs amongst you ? come, Sir, now I am for you again. Pray you Gt by us, And tell's a tale,


Mam. Merry, or fad, shall't be?
Her. As merry as you will.

Mam. A sad tale's best
For winter. I have one of sprights and goblins.

Her. Let us bave that, good Sir.
Come on, fit down. Come on, and do your best,
To fright me with your sprights: you're powerful at it.

Mam. There was a man-
Her. Nay, come Gt down; then on.

Mam. Dwelt by a church-yard: I will tell it softly :
Yond crickets shall not hear it.
Her, Come on then, and give it me in mine ear,

Enter Leontes, Antigonus, and Lords.
Lco. Was he met there? his train ? Camillo with him

Lord. Behind the tuft of pines I met them; never
Saw I men scour so on their way: I ey'd them
On even to their ships.

Leo. How blest am I
In my just censure! in my true opinion !
Alack, for lefser knowledge ! how accurs’d
In being fo bleft! there may be in the cup
A spider Aeep'd, and one may drink, depart,
And yet partake no venom ; for his knowledge
Is not infected : but if one present
Tho abhorr'd ingredient to his eye, make, known
How he hath drunk, he cracks his gorge, his fades
With violent hefts. I have drunk, and seen the spider,
Camillo was his help in this, his pander :
There is a plot against my life, my crown;
All's true that is miftrufted: that false villain,
Whom I employ’d, was pre-employd by him:
He hath discover'd my design, and I
Remain a pinch'd thing; yea, a very trick
For them to play at will: how came the poterns
So easily open ?

Lord. By his great authority,
Which hath prevailed oftentimes no less
Than fo on your command.

Leo. I know't too well.
Give me the boy, l'am glad you did not nurse him:
Though he does bear some signs of me, yet you
Have too much blood in him.

Her. What is this ? sport?

Leo. Bear the boy hence, he hall not come about her,
Away with him, and let her sport her self
With that she's big with : 'tis Polixenes
Has made thee (well thus.

Her. I'd but say he had not';
And I'll be sworn you would believe my saying,
Howe'er you lean to th' nayward.

Leo. You, my Lords,
Look on her, mark her well; be but about
To say she is a goodly Lady, and
The justice of your hearts will thereto add,

Tis pity she's not honest, honourable :
Praise her but for this her without-door form,
Which on my faith deserves high speech, and Atraight
The shrug, the hum, or ha, these petty brands
That calumny doth use, oh, I am out.
That mercy doth, (for calumny will fear
Virtue it self) these shrugs, these hums, and ha's,
When you have said she's goodly, come between
Ere you can say she's honeft : but be't known,
From him that has most cause to grieve it Mould be,
She's an adult'ress.

Her. Should a villain fay fo,
The most replenish'd villain in the world,
He were as much more villain : you, my Lord,
Do but mistake,

Leo. You have mistook, my Lady,
Polixenes for Leontes. O thou thing!
Which I'll not call a creature of thy place,
Left barbarism, making me the precedent,
Should a like language use to all degrees,
And mannerly diftinguishment leave out
Betwixt the Prince and beggar, I have said
She's an adult'ress, I have said with whom:
More ; she's a traitor, and Camillo is


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