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Cam. To satisfy your highness, and the entreaties
Be it forbid, my lord!
My gracious lord,
• To hox is to hamstring.
Whereof the execution did cry out
Have not you seen, Camillo,
Cam. I would not be a stander-by, to hear
Is whispering nothing?
Hours, minutes? noon, midnight? and all eyes blind
things, If this be nothing. Cam.
Good my lord, be cur'd
Say, it be; 'tis true.
It is; you lie, you lie:
Who does fect het Leon. Why he, that wears her like her 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, Their own particular thrifts,--they would do that Which should undo more doing : Ay, and thou, His cup-bearer,--whom I from meaner form Have bench'd; and rear'd to worship; who may'st see
1 Disorders of the eye, VOL. IV.
Plainly, as heaven sees earth, and earth sees heaven,
Sir, my lord,
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 ? Give scandal to the blood o' the prince my son, Who, I do think is mine, and love as mine; Without ripe moving to't? Would I do this? Could man so blench ?5 Cam.
must believe you, sir; I do; and will fetch off Bohemia fort: Provided, that when he's remov’d, 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 :
3 Hasty. 4 Maliciously, with effects openly hurtful.
Si.e. Could any man so start off from propriety?
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 ; If from me he have wholsome beverage, Account me not your servant. Leon.
This is all : Do't, and thou hast the one half of
my Do't not, thou split’st thine own. Cam.
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.
Enter POLIXEN ES. Pol.
This is strange! methinks, My favour here begins to warp. Not speak ? Good-day, Camillo.