Mal. Madam, you have done me wrong, Notorious wrong. Clo. Why, "some are born great, some achieve greatness, and some have greatness thrown upon them." I was one, Sir, in this interlude; one Sir Topas, Sir; but Oli. Have L, Malvolio? no. Mal. Lady, you have. Pray you, peruse that letter: that's all one.-"By the Lord, fool, I am not mad;"You must not now deny it is your hand, Write from it, if you can, in hand, or phrase; Or say 'tis not your seal, nor your invention: You can say none of this: well, grant it then, And tell me, in the modesty of honour, Why you have given me such clear lights of favour; Oli. Alas, Malvolio, this is not my writing, Fab. Good Madam, hear me speak; Oli. Alsa, poor fool, how have they baffled thee! but do you remember? "Madam, why laugh you at such a barren rascal? an you smile not, he's gagg'd:" and thus the whirligig of time brings in his revenges. Mal. I'll be revenged on the whole pack of you. [Exit Oli. He hath been most notoriously abused. Of our dear souls. - Meantime, sweet sister, SONG. [Exeunt Clo. "When that I was and a little tiny boy, "But when I came, alas! to wive, "But when I came unto my bed, "A great while ago the world begun, With hey, ho, the wind and the rain, - [Exit Enter CAMILLO and ARCHIDAMUS. Arch. If you shall chance, Camillo, to visit Bohemia, on the like occasion whereon my services are now on foot, you shall see, as I have said, great difference betwixt our Bohemia and your Sicilia. Cam. I think, this coming summer, the king of Sicilia means to pay Bohemia the visitation which he justly wes him. Arch. Wherein our entertainment shall shame us, we Will be justified in our loves: for, indeed, Cam. 'Beseech you, Arch. Verily, I speak it in the freedom of my knowledge: we cannot with such magnificence-in so rare -I know not what to say. We will give you sleepy drinks, that your senses, unintelligent of our insuflicience, may, though they cannot praise us, as little ac cuse us. Cam. You pay a great deal too dear for what 's given freely. Arch. Believe me, I speak as my understanding instructs me, and as mine honesty puts it to utterance. Cam. Sicilia cannot shew himself over-kind to Bohemia. They were trained together in their childhoods; and there rooted betwixt them then such an affection, which cannot choose but branch now. Since their more mature dignities and royal necessities made separation of their society, their encounters, though not persoral, Which is for me less easy to commit, have been royally attorneyed, with interchange of gifts, letters, loving embassies; that they have seemed to be together, though absent; shook hands, as over a vast: and embraced, as it were, from the ends of opposed winds. The heavens continue their loves! Her. Not your jailer then, Pol. We were, fair queen, Arch. I think there is not in the world either malice | You were pretty lordings then. or matter to alter it. You have an unspeakable comfort of your young prince Mamillius; it is a gentleman of the greatest promise that ever came into my note. Cam. I very well agree with you in the hopes of him: it is a gallant child; one that, indeed, physics the subiect, makes old hearts fresh they that went on crutches ere he was born, desire yet their life to see him a man. Arch. Would they else be content to die? Cam. Yes; if there were no other excuse why they should desire to live. Arch. If the king had no son, they would desire to five on crutches till he had one. [Exeunt. SCENE II. The same. A Room of State in the Palace. Pol. Nine changes of the wat'ry star have been Would be fill'd up, my brother, with our thanks; Go hence in debt: and therefore, like a cipher, With one we-thank-you many thousands more Leon. Stay your thanks a while; And pay them when you part. Pol. Sir, that's to-morrow. I am question'd by my fears, of what may chance, No sneaping winds at home, to make us say, To tire your royalty. Leon. We are tougher, brother, Than you can put us to't. Pol. No longer stay. Leon. One seven-night longer. Pol. Very sooth, to-morrow. Two lads that thought there was no more behind, Her. Was not my lord the verier wag o' the two? And our weak spirits ne'er been higher rear'd Her. By this we gather, You have tripp'd since. Pol. O my most sacred lady, Temptations have since then been born to us: for Her. Grace to boot! As fat as tame things: one good deed, dying tongueless, Leon. We'll part the time between's then: and in that Our praises are our wages: you may ride us I'll no gainsaying. Pol. Press me not, 'beseech you, so; 'Twere needful I denied it. My affairs Do even drag me homeward: which to hinder, Leon. Tongue-tied our queen? speak you. The by-gone day proclaim'd say this to him, He's beat from his best ward. Leon. Well said, Hermione. Her. To tell, he longs to see his son, were strong: But let him say so then, and let him go; But let him swear so, and he shall not stay, Prefix'd for his parting: yet, good deed, Leontes, What lady she her lord.-You'll stay? I love thee not a jar o' the clock behind Pol. No, Madam. Her. Nay, but you will? Pol. I may not, verily. Her. Verily! You put me off with limber vows: but I, Should yet say, "Sir, no going." Verily, You shall not go; a lady's verily is As potent as a lord's. Will you go yet? Force me to keep you as a prisoner, Not like a guest; so you shall pay your fees Though you would seek to unsphere the stars with oaths, We must be neat; not neat, but cleanly, captain: When you depart, and save your thanks. How say you? My prisoner? or my guest? by your dread verily, One of them you shall be. Pol. Your guest then, Madam: To be your prisoner should import offending; As o'er-dyed blacks, as wind, as waters; false As dice are to be wish'd by one that fixes No bourn 'twixt his and mine; yet were it true Thou dost make possible things not so held, And fellow'st nothing: then, 'tis very credent, And hardening of my brows. Pol. What means Sicilia? Her. He something seems unsettled. Pol. How, my lord? What cheer? how is't with you, best brother? As if you held a brow of much distraction: Leon. No, in good earnest.- As ornaments oft do, too dangerous. How like, methought, I then was to this kernel, This squash, this gentleman. -Mine honest friend, Will you take eggs for money? Mam. No, my lord, I'll fight. Leon. You will? why, happy man be his Are you so fond of your young prince, as we Do seem to be of ours? Pol. If at home, Sir, He's all my exercise, my mirth, my matter: He makes a July's day short as December; Leon. So stands this squire Officed with me: we two will walk, my lord, Next to thyself and my young rover, he's Apparent to my heart. Her. If you would seek us, We are yours i' the garden: shall's attend you there? [Aside. Observing POLITENES and HERMIONE. Cam. He would not stay at your petitions; made His business more material. Leon. Didst perceive it? They're here with me already; whispering, rounding, "Sicilia is a so-forth:" 'tis far gone, When I shall gust it last. - How came't, Camillo, Cam. At the good queen's entreaty. Leon. At the queen's be't: good should be pertinent; But so it is, it is not. Was this taken For thy conceit is soaking, will draw in More than the common blocks: not noted is't, Cam. Business, my lord? I think most understana Bohemia stays here longer. Leon. Ha? The entreaties of your mistress? satisfy?- Cam. Be it forbid, my lord! Leon. To bide upon't;-thou art not honest: or, If thou inclin'st 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, That seest a game play'd home, the rich stake drawn, And tak'st it all for jest. Cam. My gracious lord, I may be negligent, foolish, and fearful; In every one of these no man is free, It was my folly; if industriously I play'd the fool, it was my negligence, 'Tis none of mine. Leon. Have not you seen, Camillo, (But that's past doubt you have; or your eye-glass Is thicker than a cuckold's horn ;) or heard, How she holds up the neb, the bill to him! [Exeunt POLIXENES, HERMIONE, and Attendants. Go play, boy, play;-thy mother plays, and I Play too; but so disgraced a part, whose issue Will hiss me to my grave; contempt and clamour Will be my knell.-Go play, boy, play. - There have been, (For, to a vision so apparent, rumour Or I am much deceived, cuckolds ere now; And many a man there is, even at this present, Cannot be mute,) or thought, (for cogitation Resides not in that man that does not think it,) Now while I speak this, holds his wife by the arm, My wife is slippery? If thou wilt confess, That little thinks she has been sluiced in his absence, (Or else be impudently negative, . And his pond fish'd by his next neighbour, by To have nor eyes, nor ears, nor thought,) then say Sir Smile, his neighbour: nay, there's comfort in 't, Where 'tis predominant; and 'tis powerful, think it, From east, west, north, and south: be it concluded, No barricado for a belly; know it; It will let in and out the enemy, With bag and baggage: many a thousand of us Have the disease, and feel't not. ---How now, boy? Mam. I am like you, they say. Leon. Why, that's some comfort. What! Camillo there? Cam. Ay, my good lord. Leon. Go play, Mamillius; thou 'rt an honest man.[Ezit MANILLIUS. My wife's a hobbyhorse; deserves a name As deep as that, though true. Leon. Is whispering nothing? Is leaning cheek to cheek? is meeting noses? That would unseen be wicked? is this nothing? Why, then the world, and all that's in't, is 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. Leon. It is; you lie, you lie: I say thou liest, Camillo, and I hate thee; Pronounce thee a gross lout, a mindless slave; Canst with thine eyes at once see good and evil, Infected as her life, she would not live The running of one glass. Cam. Who does infect her? Pol. The king hath on him such a countenance, That changes thus his manners. Cam. I dare not know, my lord. Pol. How! dare not? do not? Do you know, and Be intelligent to me? 'Tis thereabouts; [dare uct For, to yourself, what you do know, you must; And cannot say, you dare not. Good Camillo, Your changed complexions are to me a mirror, Which shews me mine changed too: for I must be A party in this alteration, finding Myself thus alter'd with it. Cam. There is a sickness Leon. Why, he that wears her like her medal, hanging Which puts some of us in distemper; but 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 His cupbearer, whom I from meaner form Have bench'd, and rear'd to worship; who mayst 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; Which draught to me were cordial. Cam. Sir, my lord, I could do this; and that with no rash potion, But with a ling'ring dram, that should not work Maliciously, like poison: but I cannot Believe this crack to be in my dread mistress, So sovereignly being honourable. I have loved thee, Leon. 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, Cam. I must believe you, Sir: Provided that, when he's removed, your highness Leon. Thou dost advise me, Even so as I mine own course have set down: Cam. My lord, Go then; and with a countenance as clear As friendship wear at feasts, keep with Bohemia, And with your queen. I am his cupbearer; 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 splitt'st thine own. Cam. I'll do't, my lord. Leon. I will seem friendly, as thou hast advised me, [Exit. Cam. O miserable lady!-But, for me, Forsake the court: to do't, or no, is certain I cannot name the disease; and it is caught Pol. Howl 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. Camillo, As you are certainly a gentleman; thereto Clerk-like, experienced, which no less adorns In whose success we are gentle, -I beseech you, If you know aught which does behove my knowledge Thereof to be inform'd, imprison it not In ignorant concealment. Cam. I may not answer. Pol. A sickness caught of me, and yet I well! I must be answer'd.-Dost thou hear, Camillo, I cónjure thee, by all the parts of man Which honour does acknowledge, whereof the least Is not this suit of mine, that thou declare What incidency thou dost guess of harm 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 honour, and by him That I think honourable: therefore mark my counsel. I mean to utter it; or both yourself and me Pol. On, good Camillo. Cam. I am appointed him to murder you. Pol. By whom, Camillo? Cam. By the king. Pol. 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 touch'd his queen Pol. O, then my best blood turn Be yoked with his that did betray the Best! Turn then my freshest reputation to ' A savour, that may strike the dullest nostril Nay, hated too, worse than the great'st infection Cam. Swear his thought over By each particular star in heaven, and Pol. How should this grow? Cam. I know not: but I am sure 'tis safer to Have utter'd truth: which if you seek to prove, I dare not stand by; nor shall you be safer 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; Cam. It is in mine authority to command The keys of all the posterns: please your highness To take the urgent hour: come, Sir, away. [Ex vit. The queen, your mother, rounds apace: we shall 1 Lady. She is spread of late Into a goodly bulk: good time encounter her! Her. What wisdom stirs amongst you? Come, Sir, now I am for you again: pray you, sit by us, And tell's a tale. Mam. Merry, or sad, shall't be? Her. As merry as you will. Mam. A sad tale's best for winter. I have one of sprites and goblins. Her. Let's have that, Sir. Come on, sit down-come on, and do your best To fright me with your sprites: you're powerful at it. Mam. There was a man, Her. Nay, come, sit down; then on. Mam. Dwelt by a churchyard;-I will tell it sofy; Yon crickets shall not hear it. Her. Come on then, And give't me in mine ear. Enter LEONTES, ANTIGONUS, Lords, and others. Leon. Was he met there? his train? Camillo with him? 1 Lord Behind the tuft of pines I met them; never Saw I men scour so on their way: I eyed them Even to their ships. Leon. How bless'd am I In my just censure? in my true opinron? The abhorr'd ingredient to his eye, make known Her. But I'd say he had not, And I'll be sworn you would believe my saying, Howe'er you lean to the nayward. Leon. You, my lords, Look on her, mark her well; be but about The justice of your hearts will thereto add, Virtue itself: these shrugs, these hums, and ha's, Her. Should a villain say so, Leon. You have mistook, my lady, A federary with her; and one that knows That vulgars give bold titles; ay, and privy Her. No, by my life, Privy to none of this. How will this grieve you, Leon. No, no; if I mistake In those foundations which I build upon, A school-boy's top. -Away with her to prison: Her. There's some ill planet reigns: With an aspéct more favourable.- Good my lords, I am not prone to weeping, as our sex Commonly are; the want of which vain dew, Leon. [To the Guards.] Shall I be heard? Her. Who is't that goes with me?-'Beseech yom As I come out this action I now go on I never wish'd to see you sorry; now I trust I shall. -My women, come; you have leave. [Exeunt Queen and Ladies. 1 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 suller,Yourself, your queen, your son. 1 Lord. For her, my lord, |