Which should unao 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. Sir, my lord, I could do this; and that with no rash 2 potion, 2 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, ?4 To appoint myself in this vexation? sully Cam. I must believe you, I do; and will fetch off Bohemia for't; sir. 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 With flowery poisons." 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? Hanmer reads: 4 Something is necessary to complete the verse. "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 Of you that yet are well. Pol. How! caught of me? Make me not sighted like the basilisk. I have looked on thousands, who have sped the better As you are certainly a gentleman; thereto 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! 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 2 To vice you to't,-that you have touched his queen Forbiddenly. Pol. O, then my best blood turn Be yoked with his, that did betray the best!3 A savor, that may strike the dullest nostril Cam. 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. As, or by oath, remove, or counsel, shake Pol. How should this grow? Have uttered truth; which if you seek to prove, Than one condemned by the king's own mouth, thereon His execution sworn. Pol. I do believe thee: I saw his heart in his face. Give me thy hand; Still neighbor mine. My ships are ready, and My people did expect my hence departure Is for a precious creature; as she's rare, Must it be great; and, as his person's mighty, In that be made more bitter. Fear o'ershades me; The gracious queen, part of his theme, but nothing 1 "Is piled upon his faith;" this folly which is erected on the foundation of settled belief. 2 i. e. I will place thee in elevated rank, always near to my own in dignity, or near my person. |