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Will be my knell. Go play, boy, play. There | Deceiv'd in thy integrity, deceiv'd
Or I am much deceiv'd, cuckolds ere now;
And his pond fish'd by his next neighbour, by Sir Smile, his neighbour: nay, there's comfort in 't,
Whiles other men have gates, and those gates open'd,
As mine, against their will. Should all despair That have revolted wives, the tenth of mankind Would hang themselves. Physic for't there is
It is a bawdy planet, that will strike Where 'tis predominant; and 'tis powerful, think it,
From east, west, north, and south be it concluded,
No barricado for a belly: know 't;
When you cast out, it still came home.
Didst note it? Cam. He would not stay at your petitions; made His business more material.
Didst perceive it? Aside. They're here with me already, whispering, rounding
'Sicilia is a so-forth.' 'Tis far gone,
At the good queen's entreaty. 220 Leon. At the queen's, be 't: 'good' should be pertinent;
But so it is, it is not. Was this taken
Bohemia stays here longer.
Stays here longer.
Leon. Ay, but why?
Cam. To satisfy your highness and the entreaties
Of our most gracious mistress.
Leon. Satisfy! The entreaties of your mistress! satisfy! 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 cleans'd my bosom: I from thee departed Thy penitent reform'd; but we have been
A servant grafted in my serious trust,
And tak'st it all for jest.
To have nor eyes nor ears nor thought, then say
Cam. I would not be a stander-by, to hear
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 90 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 is in 't is nothing;
The covering sky is nothing; Bohemia nothing; My wife is nothing; nor nothing have these nothings,
If this be nothing.
Good my lord, be cur'd Of this diseas'd opinion, and betimes; For 'tis most dangerous.
Say it be; 'tis true.
Cam. No, no, my lord.
And flourish'd after, I'd not do 't; but since 353
This is strange: methinks My favour here begins to warp. Not speak? Good day, Camillo.
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 Lov'd 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 changes thus his manners.
Cam. I dare not know, my lord.
Pol. How! dare not! do not! Do you know, and dare not
Be intelligent to me? "Tis thereabouts;
A savour that may strike the dullest nostril Where I arrive; and my approach be shunn'd, Nay, hated too, worse than the great'st infection That e'er was heard or read!
Cam. Swear his thought over By each particular star in heaven and By all their influences, you may as well Forbid the sea for to obey the moon As or by oath remove or counsel shake The fabric of his folly, whose foundation Is pil'd upon his faith, and will continue The standing of his body.
The queen your mother rounds apace: we shall 430 Present our services to a fine new prince One of these days; and then you'd wanton with us,
How should this grow? Cam. I know not: but I am sure 'tis safer to Avoid what's grown than question how 'tis born. If therefore you dare trust my honesty, That lies enclosed in this trunk, which you Shall bear along impawn'd, away to-night! Your followers I will whisper to the business, And will by twos and threes at several posterns Clear them o' the city. For myself, I'll put My fortunes to your service, which are here 440 By this discovery lost. Be not uncertain; 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
Is for a precious creature as she's rare
A Room in the Palace.
SCENE I-Sicilia. Enter HERMIONE, MAMILLIUS, and Ladies. Her. Take the boy to you: he so troubles me, 'Tis past enduring. First Lady. Come, my gracious lord, Shall I be your play fellow?
Mam. There was a man,
Yond crickets shall not hear it.
And give 't me in mine ear.
Come on then, n
How blest am I
In my just censure, in my true opinion!
The abhorr'd ingredient to his eye, make known
Camillo was his help in this, his pandar :
Her. Should a villain say so, The most replenish'd villain in the world, He were as much more villain: you, my lord, Do but mistake. Leon. You have mistook, my lady, Polixenes for Leontes. O thou thing! Which I'll not call a creature of thy place, Lest barbarism, making me the precedent, Should a like language use to all degrees, And mannerly distinguishment leave out Betwixt the prince and beggar: I have said She's an adulteress; I have said with whom : More, she's a traitor; and Camillo is A federary with her, and one that knows What she should shame to know herself But with her most vile principal, that she's A bed-swerver, even as bad as those That vulgars give bold'st titles; ay, and privy To this their late escape. Her. No, by my life, Privy to none of this. How will this grieve you When you shall come to clearer knowledge that You thus have publish'd me! Gentle my lord, You scarce can right me throughly then to say You did mistake.
A school-boy's top. Away with her to prison!
With an aspect more favourable. Good my lords, I am not prone to weeping, as our sex Commonly are; the want of which vain dew Perchance shall dry your pities; but I have 110 That honourable grief lodg'd here which burns Worse than tears drown. Beseech you all, my lords,
There's some ill planet reigns: I must be patient till the heavens look
Leon. Go, do our bidding: hence!
Exit Queen, guarded; with Ladies. First Lord. Beseech your highness, call the queen again.
Ant. Be certain what you do, sir, lest your justice Prove violence; in the which three great ones suffer, Yourself, your queen, your son. First Lord.
For her, my lord, I dare my life lay down, and will do 't, sir, Please you to accept it, that the queen is spotless I' the eyes of heaven and to you: I mean, In this which you accuse her.
90 I would land-damn him. Be she honour-flaw'd,I have three daughters; the eldest is eleven, The second and the third, nine, and some five; If this prove true, they 'll pay for 't: by mine honour,
Ant. If it prove She's otherwise, I'll keep my stables where I lodge my wife; I'll go in couples with her; Than when I feel and see her no further trust her; For every inch of woman in the world, Ay, every dram of woman's flesh is false, If she be.
Leon. Hold your peaces! First Lord. Good my lord,~Ant. It is for you we speak, not for ourselves. You are abus'd, and by some putter-on That will be damn'd for 't; would I knew the villain,
First Lord. I had rather you did lack than I, my lord,
To lock up honesty and honour from
Upon this ground; and more it would content me
Ant. And I wish, my liege, You had only in your silent judgment tried it, Without more overture.
How could that be?
Which was as gross as ever touch'd conjecture,
Yet, for a greater confirmation,
For in an act of this importance 'twere
First Lord. Well done, my lord.
Leon. Though I am satisfied and need no more Than what I know, yet shall the oracle 190 Give rest to the minds of others, such as he Whose ignorant credulity will not Come up to the truth. So have we thought it good From our free person she should be confin'd, Lest that the treachery of the two fled hence Be left her to perform. Come, follow us : We are to speak in public; for this business Will raise us all.
Ant. Aside. To laughter, as I take it, If the good truth were known.
SCENE II.-The Same. The outer Room of a Prison.
Re-enter Gaoler, with EMILIA. Dear gentlewoman, How fares our gracious lady?
Emil. As well as one so great and so forlorn May hold together. On her frights and griefs, Which never tender lady hath borne greater, She is something before her time deliver'd. Paul. A boy? Emil. A daughter; and a goodly babe, Lusty and like to live: the queen receives Much comfort in 't; says 'My poor prisoner, I am innocent as you.'
I dare be sworn: These dangerous unsafe lunesi' the king, beshrew them!
He must be told on 't, and he shall: the office
ship To visit the next room, I'll presently Acquaint the queen of your most noble offer, Who but to-day hammer'd of this design, But durst not tempt a minister of honour, Lest she should be denied.
Paul. Tell her, Emilia, I'll use that tongue I have: if wit flow from 't As boldness from my bosom, let 't not be doubted I shall do good.
Emil. Now be you blest for it! I'll to the queen. Please you, come something
Gaoler. Madam, if 't please the queen to send the babe,
I know not what I shall incur to pass it,
You need not fear it, sir: The child was prisoner to the womb, and is By law and process of great nature thence Freed and enfranchis'd; not a party to The anger of the king, nor guilty of, If any be, the trespass of the queen.