In every one of these no man is free, But that his negligence, his folly, fear, It was my folly; if industriously I play'd the fool, it was my negligence, "Tis none of mine. Leon. Have not you seen, Camillo, (But that's past doubt: you have; or your eye-glass Is thicker than a cuckold's horn ;) or heard, (For, to a vision so apparent, rumour Cannot be mute,) or thought, (for cogitation Resides not in that man, that does not think it,) My wife is slippery? If thou wilt confess, (Or else be impudently negative, To have nor eyes, nor ears, nor thought,) then say, Leon. With the pin and web, but theirs, theirs only, If this be nothing. Good my lord, be cured Of this diseas'd opinion, and betimes; Say, it be; 'tis true. It is; you lie, you lie: I say, thou liest, Camillo, and I hate thee; Canst with thine eyes at once see good and evil, The running of one 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 bare eyes see Plainly, as heaven sees earth, and earth sees heaven, How I am galled,-thou might'st bespice a cup, To give mine enemy a lasting wink; Which draught to me were cordial. Cam. Sir, my lord, I could do this; and that with no rash7 potion, 6 Disorders of the eye. 7 Hasty. But with a ling ring dram, that should not work Believe this crack to be in my dread mistress, 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 ?8 Cam. I must believe you, sir; I do; and will fetch off Bohemia for’t : Provided, that when he's remov'd, your highness Will take again your queen, as yours at first; Even for 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 I mine own course have set down I'll give no blemish to her honour, none. 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. This is all; Leon. Cam. me. I'll do't, my lord. [Exit. 8 i. e. Could any man so start off from propriety? Cam. O miserable lady! But, for me, Who, in rebellion with himself, will have Forsake the court: to do't, or no, is certain Pol. Enter POLIXenes. This is strange, methinks, My favour here begins to warp. Not speak? Cam. Hail, most royal sir! None rare, my lord. Pol. What is the news i' the court? 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 chang'd complexions are to me a mirror, Which shows me mine chang'd to: for I must be A party in this alteration, finding Myself thus alter'd with it. Cam. Pol. How? caught of me? Make me not sighted like the basilisk: I have look'd on thousands, who have sped the better In whose success? we are gentle,-I beseech you, If you know aught which does behove my knowledge 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 thee, by all the parts of man, Which honour does acknowledge,-whereof the least Is not this suit of mine.-that thou declare Is creeping toward me: how far off, how near; 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 9 For succession. Gentle was opposed to simple; well born. |