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, 250 260 Leon. 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 280 Leon. Is whispering nothing? Is leaning cheek to cheek? is meeting noses? Kissing with inside lip? stopping the career Of laughing with a sigh ?-a note infallible Of breaking honesty-horsing foot on foot? Skulking in corners? wishing clocks more swift? Hours, minutes? noon, midnight? and all eyes Blind with the pin and web* but theirs, theirs only, That would unseen be wicked? is this nothing? Why, then the world and all that's in't is nothing; *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, Or else a hovering temporizer, that 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! 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, And cannot say, you dare not. Good Camillo, 380 Your changed complexions are to me a mirror Which shows me mine changed too; for I must be A party in this alteration, finding Myself thus alter'd with't. Cam. Pol. How! caught of me! Make me not sighted like the basilisk: I have look'd on thousands, who have sped the better By my regard, but kill'd none so. 391 Camillo,As you are certainly a gentleman, thereto Clerk-like experienced, which no less adorns Our gentry than our parents' noble names, In whose success* we are gentle,-I beseech you, If you know aught which does behove my knowledge 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. Cam. Sir, I will tell you; 400 Since I am charged in honour and by him counsel, Which must be even as swiftly follow'd as Pol. 410 |