How thou lov'st us, show in our brother's welcome; Next to thyself, and my young rover, he's Apparent to my heart. Her. If you would seek us, We are yours i' the garden: Shall's attend you there? Though you perceive me not how I give line. Go to, go to! [Aside. Observing POLIXENES and HERMIONE. How she holds up the neb,t the bill to him! And arms her with the boldness of a wife To her allowing husband! Gone already; Inch thick, knee-deep; o'er head and ears a fork'd one.§[Exeunt POLIXENES, HERMIONE, and Attendants. Go, play, boy, play;-thy mother plays, and I Play too; but so disgraced a part, whose issue Will hiss me to my grave; contempt and clamour Will be my knell.-Go, play, boy, play; There have been, 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, With bag and baggage: many a thousand of us Mam. I am like you, they say. Leon. Why that's some comfort. What! Camillo there? Cam. Ay, my good lord. Leon. Go play, Mamillius; thou'rt an honest man. Camillo, this great Sir will yet stay longer. [Exit MAMILLIUS. 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. Leon. Didst perceive it ?— * Next heir. * Approving. + Mouth. A horned one, a cuckold. They're here with me already; whispering, rounding,* When I shall gust† it last.-How came't, Camillo, Cam. At the good queen's entreaty. 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, Cam. Business, my lord? I think most understand Leon. Ha? Cam. Stays here longer. Leon. Ay, but why? Cam. To satisfy your highness, and the entreaties Of our most gracious mistress. Leon. Satisfy The entreaties of your mistress ?- -satisfy ?- 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 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, That seest a game play'd home, the rich stake drawn, Cam. My gracious lord, I may be negligent, foolish, and fearful; In every one of these no man is free, But that his negligence, his folly, fear, Amongst the infinite doings of the world, Sometime puts forth; in your affairs, my lord, It was my folly; if industriously I play'd the fool, it was my negligence, * To round in the ear, was to tell secretly. § Hamstring. † Taste. Against the non-performance, 'twas a fear "Tis none of mine. Leon. Have you not seen, Camillo (But that's past doubt: you have; or your eye-glass (For, to a vision so apparent, rumour To have nor eyes, nor ears, nor thought), then say Leon. Is whispering nothing? Is leaning cheek to cheek? is meeting noses? Cam. Good, my lord, be cured Of this diseased opinion, and betimes; For 'tis most dangerous. 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; Pronounce thee a gross lout, a mindless slave: Or else a hovering temporizer, that Canst with thine eyes at once see good and evil, The running of one glass.† * Disorders of the eye. + Hour-glass. Cam. Who does infect her? Leon. Why he, that wears her like her medal, hanging About his neck, Bohemia: Who-if I Had servants true about me: that bear eyes To see alike mine honour as their profits, Their own particular thrifts,-they would do that To give mine enemy a lasting wink; Which draught to me were cordial. I could do this; and that with no rash * potion, Believe this crack to be in my dread mistress, I have loved thee, Leon. Make't thy question, and go rot! Give scandal to the blood o' the prince my son, Cam. I must believe you, Sir; I do; and will fetch off Bohemia for't: Provided, that when he's removed, your highness Even for your son's sake; and, thereby, for sealing Leon. Thou dost advise me, Even so as I mine own course have set down: Go then: and with a countenance as clear As friendship wears at feasts, keep with Bohemia, Leon. This is all: Do't, and thou hast one-half of my heart; Do't not, thou split'st thine own. Cam. I'll do't, my lord. Leon. I will seem friendly, as thou hast advised me. [Exit. Start off, shrink. Cam. O miserable lady!-But, for me, Nor brass, nor stone, nor parchment, bears not one, Forsake the court: to do't, or no, is certain To me a break-neck. Happy star, reign now! Enter POLIXENES. Pol. This is strange! methinks, My favour here begins to warp. Not speak ?— 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, 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 changed complexions are to me a mirror, Which shows me mine changed too: for I must be Myself thus altered with it. Cam. There is a sickness Which puts some of us in distemper; but Of you that yet are well. Pol. How! caught of me? Make me not sighted like the basilisk: I have look'd on thousands, who have sped the better As you are certainly a gentleman; thereto In whose success* we are gentle,t-I beseech you, VOL. II. * Succession. + Well born. K |