Cam. To satisfy your highness, and the entreaties Of our most gracious mistress. Leon. Satisfy The entreaties of your mistress ?-satisfy?- Deceiv'd in thy integrity, deceiv'd In that which seems so. 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 requir'd: 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'sť it all for jest. Cam. My gracious lord, I may be negligent, foolish, and fearful; But that his negligence, his folly, fear, 9 To hox is to hamstring. Whereof the execution did cry out '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, (For, to a vision so apparent, rumour Cannot be mute,) or thought, (for cogitation (Or else be impudently negative, To have nor eyes, nor ears, nor thought,) then say, Cam. I would not be a stander-by, to hear As deep as that, though true. Leon. Is whispering nothing? Is leaning cheek to cheek? is meeting noses? Hours, minutes? noon, midnight? and all eyes blind I say, thou liest, Camillo, and I hate thee; The running of one glass. Cam. Who does infect her? 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 Have bench'd, and rear'd to worship; who may'st see ■ Disorders of the eye. VOL. IV. 2 Hour-glass. C Plainly, as heaven sees earth, and earth sees heaven, How I am galled, might'st 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 rash3 potion, Believe this crack to be in my dread mistress, So sovereignly being honourable. I have lov'd thee,- Make't thy question, and go rot! Dost think, I am so muddy, so unsettled, To appoint myself in this vexation? sully Which to preserve, is sleep; which being spotted, Give scandal to the blood o' the prince my son, Could man so blench ?5 Cam. I must believe you, sir; I do; and will fetch off Bohemia for't: Known and allied to yours. Thou dost advise me, Leon. 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. Go then; and with a countenance as clear 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 heart; 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, Forsake the court: to do't, or no, is certain Here comes Bohemia. Pol. Enter POLIXENES. This is strange! methinks, My favour here begins to warp. Not speak? c2 |