Camillo, this Great Sir will yet ftay longer. Leo. Didit note it? Cam. He would not stay at your petitions made; His business more material. Leo. Didft perceive it? *They're here with me already; whisp'ring, rounding: Sicilia is a fo-forth; 'tis far gone, When I fhall guft it laft. That he did ftay? How cam't, Camillo, Cam. At the good Queen's entreaty. Leo. At the Queen's be't; good, fhould be pertinent; But fo it is, it is not. Was this taken By any understanding pate but thine? For thy conceit is foaking, will draw in More than the common blocks; not noted, is't, Cam. Bufinefs, my Lord? I think, most understand Bohemia stays here longer. Leo. Ha? Cam. To fatisfy your Highness, and th' entreaties Of our most gracious miftrefs. Leo. Satisfy Th' entreaties of your mistress ?-fatisfy?— Cam. Be it forbid, my Lord. Leo. To bide upon't;-Thou art not honeft; or, If thou inclin'ft that way, thou art a coward; Which hoxes honesty behind, restraining From courfe requir'd: or else thou must be counted A fervant grafted in my ferious Trust, And therein negligent; or elfe a fool, That feeft a game play'd home, the rich stake drawn, And tak'it it all for jeft. I Cam. My gracious Lord, 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, Which oft infects the wifeft: thefe, my Lord, Leo, Ha'not you feen, Camillo, (But that's past doubt, you have; or your eye-glafs Cannot be mute;) or thought, (for cogitation To have nor eyes nor ears, nor thought,) then fey, Leo. Is whispering nothing? Is leaning cheek to cheek? is meeting nofes? 2 As deep as that, tho' true.] i. e. Your fufpicion is as great a fin as would be that (if committed) WARBURTON. meeting nofes ?] Dr. Thirlby reads, meting nofes; that is, measuring nofes. The The covering fky is nothing, Bohemia nothing; My wife is nothing; nor nothing have these nothings, If this be nothing. Cam. Good my Lord, be cur'd Of this difeas'd Opinion, and betimes; Leo. Say it be, 'tis true. Cam. No, no, my Lord. I fay, thou lieft, Camillo, and I hate thee; Canft with thine eyes at once fee good and evil, The running of one glafs. Cam. Who does infect her? Leo. Why he, that wears her like his medal, hanging About his neck; Bohemia,-who, if I Had fervants true about me, that bare eyes Cam. Sir, my Lord, I could do this, and that with no rash potion, 3 But with a lingring dram, that should not work, Maliciously, like poijon: -] The thought is here beautifully Maliciously, Maliciously, like poifon. But I cannot 4 Leo. I've lov'd thee. go rot: Make't thy Question, and Do'ft think, I am fo muddy, fo unfettled, (Which to preferve, is fleep; which being spotted, calls the malicious workings of poifon, as if done with defign to betray the ufer. But the Oxford Editor would mend Shakespeare's expreffion, and reads, that should not work Like a malicious poison :— So that Camillo's reafon is loft in this happy emendation. WARB. Rafb is bafty, as in another place, rash gunpowder. Maliciously is malignantly, with effects openly hurtful. Shakespeare had no thought of betraying the ufer. The Oxford emendation is harmless and useless. 4 In former copies, but I cannot Believe this Crack to be in my dread Miftrefs, So fovereignly being honourable. I have lov'd thee Leo. Make that, thy Question, and go rot] The laft Hemiftich affign'd to Camillo, muft have been mistakenly placed to him. It is Disrespect and Infolence in Camillo to his King, to tell him that he has once lov'd him.-- -I have ventured at a Tranfpofition, which seems felf-evident. Camillo will not be perfuaded into a Sufpicion of the Difloyalty imputed to his Miftrefs. The King, who believes nothing but his Jealoufy, provok'd that Camillo is fo obftinately diffident, finely starts into a Rage and cries; I've lov'd thee.-Make't thy Queftion, and go rot, i. e. I have tender'd thee well, Camillo, but I here cancel all former Respect at once. If thou any longer make a Question of my Wife's Difloyalty, go from my Prefence, and Perdition overtake thee for thy Stubbornness. THEOB. I have admitted this alteration, as Dr. Warburton has done, but am not convinced that it is neceffary. Camillo, defirous to defend the Queen, and willing to fecure credit to his apology, begins, by telling the King that he has loved him, is about to give inftances of his love, and to infer from them his present zeal, when he is interrupted. Could |