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And with your queen: I am his cupbearer;
This is all :
I'll do't, my lord. Leon. I will seem friendly, as thou hast advis'd me.
[Exit. Cam. O miserable lady! -- But, for me, What case stand I in? I must be the poisoner Of good Polixenes : and my ground to do't Is the obedience to a master; one, Who, in rebellion with himself, will have All that are his, so too. - To do this deed, Promotion follows: If I could find example Of thousands, that had struck anointed kings, And flourish'd after, I'd not do't: but since Nor brass, nor stone, nor parchment, bears not one, Let villainy itself forswear't. I must Forsake the court: to do't, or no, is certain To me a break-neck. Happy star, reign now ! Here comes Bohemia.
This is strange! methinks,
Hail, most royal sir !
None rare, my lord.
So leaves me, to consider what is breeding,
Cam. I dare not know, my lord.
dare not. Good Camillo,
There is a sickness
How ! caught of me?
I may not answer.
whereof the least Is not this suit of mine, that thou declare What incidency thou dost guess of harm
7 In whose success we are gentle,] Success here means succession. Gentle is evidently opposed to simple; alluding to the distinction between the gentry and yeomanry.
Is creeping toward me; how far off, how near ;
Sir, I'll tell
On, good Camillo.
By the king.
For what? Cam. He thinks, nay, with all confidence he swears, As he had seen't, or been an instrument To viceo you to't, - that you have touch'd his queen Forbiddenly. Pol.
best blood turn
strike the dullest nostril
Swear his thought over
8 I am appointed Him to murder you.] i. e. I am the person appointed by him to murder you.
9 To vice--) i. e. to draw, persuade you; probably for advise. fi. e. Judas.
Is pild upon his faith', and will continue
How should this grow?
I do believe thee;
whose foundation Is pild upon his faith,] This folly which is erected on the foundation of settled belief.
I will respect thee as a father; if
Cam. It is in mine authority, to command
АСТ II. .
SCENE I.-The same.
Enter HERMIONE, MAMILLIUS, and Ladies. Her. Take the boy to you: he so troubles me, 'Tis past 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 still. — I love you better.
2 Lady. And why so, my good lord +? Mam.
Not for because Your brows are blacker; yet black brows, they say, Become some women best; so that there be not Too much hair there, but in a semi-circle, Or 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 are your eye-brows ? 1 Lady.
Blue, my lord. Mam. Nay, that's a mock: I have seen a lady's nose That has been blue, but not her eye-brows.
2 Lady. The queen, your mother, rounds apace: we shall Present our services to a fine new prince,
† “my lord ?? MALONE.