You never spoke what did become you less Leon. Is whispering nothing? Is leaning cheek to cheek? Is meeting noses? Kissing with inside lip? Stopping the career Of laughter 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,1 but theirs, theirs only, Cam. Good my lord, be cured Of this diseased opinion, and betimes; For 'tis most dangerous. I Leon. Cam. No, no, my lord. Leon. Say, it be; 'tis true. It is; you lie, you lie : say, thou liest, Camillo, and I hate thee; Pronounce thee a gross lout, a mindless slave; Or else a hovering temporizer, that 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 his medal,3 hanging About his neck, Bohemia. Who-if I Had servants true about me, that bare eyes To see alike mine honor as their profits, Their own particular thrifts,—they would do that 1 The pin and web is the cataract in an early stage. 2 i. e. one hour. 3 The old copy reads, "her medal." Which should undo more doing. Ay, and thou, Have benched, and reared to worship; who mayst see Plainly, as heaven sees earth, and earth sees heaven, How I am galled,-mightst bespice a cup,1 To give mine enemy a lasting wink; Which draught to me were cordial. Cam. 1 Sir, my lord, I could do this; and that with no rash 2 potion, Believe this crack to be in my dread mistress, I have loved thee, Leon. Make't thy question, and go rot!3 Dost think I am so muddy, so unsettled, To appoint myself in this vexation? sully Cam. I must believe you, sir. I do; and will fetch off Bohemia for't ; Provided, that when he's removed, your highness 1 "Bespice a cup." So in Chapman's Translation of the tenth book of the Odyssey :— She'll first receive thee; but will spice thy bread 2 Rash is hasty; as in King Henry IV. Part II. "rash gunpowder." Maliciously is malignantly, with effects openly hurtful. 3 Make that, i. e. Hermione's disloyalty, which is a clear point, a subject of doubt, and go rot! Dost think I am such a fool as to torment myself, and bring disgrace on me and my child, without sufficient grounds? 4 Something is necessary to complete the verse. Hanmer reads:"Is goads and thorns, nettles and tails of wasps." 5 To blench is to start off, to shrink. Even for your son's sake; and thereby, for sealing Leon. Even so as I mine own course have set down. Thou dost advise me, My lord, I'll give no blemish to her honor, none. Cam. Go then; and with a countenance as clear If from me he have wholesome beverage, Account me not your servant. Leon. This is all; Do't, and thou hast the one half of my heart; Do't not, thou splittest thine own. Cam. I'll do't, my lord. Leon. I will seem friendly, as thou hast advised me. Cam. O miserable lady-But, for me, [Exit. What case stand I in? I must be the poisoner Forsake the court: to do't, or no, is certain To me a break-neck. Happy star, reign now' Pol. Enter POLIXENES. This is strange! Methinks My favor here begins to warp. Not speak? Good-day, Camillo. Cam. Pol. What is the news i'the court? Cam. Hail, most royal sir! None rare, my lord. Pol. The king hath on him such a countenance, Cam. I dare not know, my lord. and dare not Do not. Do you know, Be intelligent to me? 'Tis thereabouts ; Cam. There is a sickness Which puts some of us in distemper; but I cannot name the disease; and it is caught Pol. How! caught of me? Make me not sighted like the basilisk. I have looked on thousands, who have sped the better By my regard, but killed none so. Camillo, As you are certainly a gentleman; thereto Clerk-like, experienced, which no less adorns In whose success we are gentle,'-I beseech you, In ignorant concealment. Cam. I may not answer. Pol. A sickness caught of me, and yet I well! I must be answered.-Dost thou hear, Camillo, I conjure thee, by all the parts of man, Which honor does acknowledge,-whereof the least 1 Success, for succession. Gentle, well born, was opposed to simple. 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 charged in honor, and by him That I think honorable. 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. Cam. Pol. By the king. 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 touched his O, then my best blood turn To an infected jelly; and my name Be yoked with his, that did betray the best!3 queen A savor, that may strike the dullest nostril Swear his thought over Cam. 4 1 "I am appointed him to murder you;" I am the person appointed to murder you. 2 i. e. to screw or move you to it. A vice, in Shakspeare's time, meant any kind of winding screw. The vice of a clock was a common expression. 3 That is, Judas. 4 "Swear his thought over." The meaning apparently is, " Over-swear. his thought by," &c. |