Let that suffice. I have trusted thee, Camillo, With all the nearest things to my heart, as well My chamber-councils, wherein, priest-like, thou Hast cleansed my bosom, I from thee departed Thy penitent reform'd: but we have been Deceived in thy integrity, deceived In that which seems so. Cam. 240 Be it forbid, my lord! Leon. To bide upon't, thou art not honest, or, If thou inclinest 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 *Hamstrings. That seest a game play'd home, the rich stake drawn, And takest it all for jest. Cam. But that his negligence, his folly, fear, Sometime puts forth. In your affairs, my lord, It was my folly; if industriously I play'd the fool, it was my negligence, 'Tis none of mine. Leon. 250 260 Ha' not you seen, Camillo,But that's past doubt, you have, or your eyeglass 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, 270 My wife is slippery? If thou wilt confess, To have nor eyes nor ears nor thought, then say Leon. *Cataract. The covering sky is nothing; Bohemia nothing; My wife is nothing; nor nothing have these nothings, If this be nothing. 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. It is; you lie, you lie: I say thou liest, Camillo, and I hate thee, 300 Canst with thine eyes at once see good and evil, Inclining to them both: were my wife's liver Infected as her life, she would not live The running of one glass. Cam. Who does infect her? Leon. Why, he that wears her like her medal,* hanging *Portrait in locket. 310 About his neck, Bohemia: who, if I see Plainly as heaven sees earth and earth sees heaven, How I am galled,-mightst bespice a cup, To give mine enemy a lasting wink; Cam. Sir, my lord, I could do this, and that with no rash* potion, But with a lingering dram that should not work Maliciously like poison: but I cannot *Quick. 321 Believe this crack to be in my dread mistress, So sovereignly being honourable. I have loved thee, Leon. +Make that thy question, and go rot! Cam. 331 Provided that, when he's removed, 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: 340 I'll give no blemish to her honour, none. Cam. My lord, Go then; and with a countenance as clear As friendship wears at feasts, keep with Bohemia And with your queen. I am his cupbearer: This is all: Leon. Do't not, thou split'st thine own. Cam. I'll do't, my lord. Who in rebellion with himself will have 361 Pol. Re-enter POLIXENES. This is strange: methinks My favour here begins to warp. Not speak? 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 As he had lost some province and a region Loved as he loves himself: even now I met him With customary compliment; when he, Wafting* his eyes to the contrary and falling A lip of much contempt, speeds from me and So leaves me to consider what is breeding That changeth thus his manners. Cam. I dare not know, my lord. 371 *Turning. 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, Cam. There is a sickness Pol. How! caught of me! Make me not sighted like the basilisk: I have look'd on thousands, who have sped the better 391 By my regard, but kill'd none so. Camillo,- Thereof to be inform'd, imprison't not In ignorant concealment. Cam. *Succession. I may not answer. Pol. A sickness caught of me, and yet I well! 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. 400 Cam. Sir, I will tell you; Since I am charged in honour and by him That I think honourable: therefore mark my counsel, Which must be even as swiftly follow'd as Pol. 410 |