Hours, minutes? noon, midnight? and all eyes blind Cam. Good my lord, be cur'd Of this diseas'd opinion, and betimes; Leo. Say, it be; 'tis true. it is: 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. (c.) Who does infect her? Leo. (c.) Why, he, that wears her like a medal, hanging About his neck, Bohemia :-Who-if I Had servants true about me, that bare eyes To see alike mine honour as their profits They would do that Which should undo more doing: Ay, and thou, Who may'st see Plainly, as heaven sees earth, and earth sees heaven, 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 rash potion, But with a ling'ring dram, that should not work Believe this crack to be in my dread mistress, So sovereignly being honourable. Leo. I've lov'd thee-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 :-- Cam. I must believe you, sir; I do; and will fetch off Bohemia, for't; Leo. Thou dost advise me, Even so, as I my own course have set down: Go then; and with a countenance as clear As friendship wears at feasts, keep with Bohemia, Leo. (R.) This is all: Do't, and thou hast the one-half of my heart; I will seem friendly, as thou hast advis'd me. [Exit Leontes, R. Cam. (c.) O miserable lady!-But, for me, Forsake the court: to do't, or no, is certain To me a break-neck.-Happy star, reign now! Enter POLIXENEs, r. Pol. (R. C.) This is strange! Methinks, Cam. (c.) 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, Wafting his eyes to the contrary, and falling Cam. I dare not know, my lord. Pol. How! dare not? Cam. There is a sickness Which puts some of us in distemper; but Pol. How! caught of me? Make me not sighted like the basilisk: I've look'd on thousands, who have sped the better I beseech you, If you know aught which does behove my knowledge Cam. I may not answer. Pol. I must be answer'd.-Dost thou hear, CamilloI conjure thee, by all the parts of man Which honour does acknowledge-whereof the least What incidency thou dost guess of harm 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 followed, as I mean to utter it; or both yourself and me Cry, lost! and so good night. Pol. On, good Camillo. Cam. I am appointed him to murder you.. 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 touch'd his queen Pol. O, then my best blood turn To an infected jelly; and my name Be yok'd with his, that did betray the best! By each particular star in heaven You may as well Forbid the sea for to obey the moon, As, or by oath remove, or counsel shake, Pol. How should this grow? Cam. I know not: but I am sure, 'tis safer to For, by the honour of my parents, I Have utter'd truth, which if you seek to prove, I dare not stand by; nor shall you be safer Than one condemn'd by the king's own mouth, thereon 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 Two days ago. Cam. It is in mine authority, to command The keys of all the posterns: Please your highness Pol. Good expedition be my friend, and comfort Cam. Come, sir, away. [Exeunt, L. END OF ACT 1. ACT II. SCENE I.-The Queen's Apartment. HERMIONE, MAMILLIUS, EMILIA, LAMIA, and HERO, discovered. Her. [Seated c. in the back ground.] Take the boy to you he so troubles me, 'Tis past enduring. Lnm, (L.) Come, my gracious lord, Shall I be your play-fellow? Mam. (L.) No, I'll none of you. I love you better. Emi. (L. C.) And why so, my lord? Mam. Not for because Your brows are blacker; yet black brows, they say, Emi. Who taught this?— Mam. I learn'd it out of women's faces. Pray, now, What colour are your eyebrows? Lam. Blue, my lord. Mam. Nay, that's a mock: I've seen a lady's nose That has been blue, but not her eyebrows. Emi. Hark ye: The queen, your mother, rounds apace: we shall One of these days; and then you'd wanton with us, Her. What wisdom stirs amongst you? Come, sir, now [Mamillius goes to Hero. I am for you again: Pray you, sit by us, And tell's a tale. Mam. Merry, or sad, shall't be? Mam. A sad tale's best for winter: I have one of sprites and goblins. Come on, sit down :-Come on, and do your best Enter LEONTES, PHOCION, ANTIGONUS, THASIUS, OFFI- Pho. Behind the tuft of pines I met them; never |