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Pet. Catharine, I charge thee, tell these headstrong I am asham'd that women are so simple women,

To offer war, where they should kneel for peace; What duty they do owe their lords and husbands ! Or seek for rule, supremacy, and sway, Wid. Come, come, you're mocking; we will have no Where they are bound to serve, love and obey. telling.

Why are our bodies soft, and weak, and smooth,
Pet. Come on, I say; and árst begin with her! Unapt to toil and trouble in the world;
Wid. She shall not.

But that our soft conditions, and our hearts,
Pet. I say, she shall; -and first begin with her! Should well agree with our external parts?
Calh. Fye, fye! unknit that threat’ning unkind brow; Come, come, you froward and unable worms!
And dart not scornful glances from those eyes, My mind hath been as big, as one of yours,
To wound thy lord, thy king, thy governor!

My heart as great; my reason, haply, more,
It blots thy beauty, as frosts bite the meads,

To bandy word for word, and frown for frown.
Confounds thy fame, as whirlwinds shake fair buds, But now, I see, our lances are but straws;
And in no sense is meet, or amiable.

Our strength as weak, our weakness past compare, A woman mov'd, is like a fountain troubled,

That seeming to be most, which we least are. Muddy, ill-seeming, thick, bereft of beauty; Then vail your stomachs, forit is no boot, And, while it is so, none so dry or thirsty

And place your hands below your husband's foot: Will deign to sip, or touch one drop of it.

In token of which duty, if he please, Thy husband is thy lord, thy life, thy keeper, My hand is ready, may it do him ease! Thy head, thy sovereign; one that cares for thee Pet. Why, there's a wench! Come on, and kiss And forthy maintenance: commits his body To painful labour, both by sea and land,

Luc. Well, go thy ways, old lad; for thou shalt ha't. To watch the night in storms, the day in cold, Vin. 'Tis a good hearing, when children are toward. While thou liest warm at home, secure and safe; Luc. But a harsh hearing, when women are froward. And craves no other tribute at thy hands,

Pet. Come, Kate, we'll to bed! But love, fair looks, and true obedience

We three are married, but you two are sped. Too little payment for so great a debt!

'Twas I won the wager, though you hit the white! Such duty as the subject owes the prince,

[To Lucentio. Even such, a woman oweth to her husband:

And, being a winner, God give you good night! And, when she's froward, peevish, sullen, sour,

(Exeunt Petruchio and Cath. And not obedient to his honest will,

Hor. Now go thy ways, thou hast tam'da curs't shrew. What is she, but a foul contending rebel,

Luc. 'Tis a wonder, by your leave, she will be tam'd And graceless traitor to her loving lord?

Exeunt.

me, Kate!

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WINTER'S TALE.

Person of the dra m a. Leontes, king of Sicilia:

An old Shepherd, reputed father of Perdita: MAMiLLius, his son.

Clown, his son. CAMILLO,

Servant to the old shepherd.
ANTIGONUS,

AUTOLICUS, arogue.
Sicilian lords,
CLEOMENES,

Time, as Chorus.
Diox,

HERMIONE, queen to Leontes. Another Sicilian lord.

Perdita, daughter to Leontes and Hermione.
Rogero, a Sicilian gentleman.

Paulina, wife to Antigonus.
An attendant on the young prince Mamillius.
Officers of a court of judicature.
Polixenes, king of Bohemia:

Mopsa,
FLORIZEL, his son.

Dorcas,

shepherdesses. ARCHIDANUS, a Bohemian lord.

Lords, Ladies, and Attendants; Satyrs for a dance; A mariner.

Shepherds, Shepherdesses, Guards, etc. Gaoler.

Scene, -sometimes in Sicilia, sometimes in Bohemia.

Two othercadies

, } attending the queen.

А ст І.

Cam. I think, this coming summer, the king of Sici

lia means to pay Bohemia the visitation, which he SCENE I. -Sicilia. An antechamber in Leontes'

justly owes him. palace.

Arch. Wherein our entertainment shall shame us, Enter CAMILLO and ARCHIDAMUS.

we will be justified in our loves: for, indeed, Arch. If you shall chance, Camillo, to visit Bohemia Cam. 'Beseech you, on the like occasion, wherein my services are now on Arch. Verily, I speak it in the freedom of my knowfoot, you shall see, as I have said, great difference ledge: we cannot with such magnificence-in so rare betwixt our Bohemia, and your Sicilia.

- I know not what to say.-We will give you sleepy

accuse us.

you will?

aman.

drinks; that your senses, unintelligent of our insuffi- Charge him too coldly. Tell him, you are sure, cience, may, though they cannot praise uș, as little All in Bohemia's well: this satisfaction

The by-gone day proclaim'd; say this to him, Cam. You say a great deal too dear for what's given He's beat from his best ward. freely.

Leon. Well said, Hermione! Arch. Believe me, I speak as my understanding in-Her. To tell, he longs to see his son, were strong: structs me, and as mine honesty puts it to utterance. But let him say so then, and let him go;

Cain. Sicilia cannot show himself overkind to Bohe- But let him swear so, and he shall not stay, mia. They were trained together in their childhoods ; We'll thwack him hence with distalls.and there rooted betwixt them then such an affection, Yet of your royal presence [ To Polixenes.] I'll adwhich cannot choose but branch now.Since their more venture mature dignities, and royal necessities, made separa- The borrow of a week. When at Bohemia tion of their society, their encounters, though not You take my lord, I'll give him my commission, personal, have been royally attornied, with inter- To let him there a month, behind the gest change of gifts, letters, loving embassies; that they Prefixʼd for's parting: yet, good deed, Leontes, have seemed to be together, though absent, shook I love thee not a jar o'the clock behind hands, as over a vast, and embraced, as it were, from What lady she her lord.—You'll stay? the ends of opposed winds. The heavens continue Pol. No, madam. their loves !

Her. Nay, but Arch. I think, there is not in the world either malice, Pol. I may not, verily. or matter, to alter it. You have an unspeakable com Her. Verily! fort of your young prince Mamillias; it is a gentleman You put me off with limber vows: buts, of the greatest promise, that ever came into my note. Though you would seek to unsphere the stars with

Cam. I very well agree with you in the hopes of him: oaths,
it is a gallant child; one that, indeed, physics the sub- Should yet say, Sir, no going: Verily,
ject, makes old hearts fresh: they, that went on crutch-You shall not go; a lady's verily is
es ere he was born, desire yet their life, to see him as potent, as a iord's. Will you go yet?

Force me to keep you as a prisoner,
Arch. Would they else be content to die?

Not like a guest; so you shall pay your fees, Cam. Yes; if there were no other excuse, why they When you depart, and save your thanks. How say you? should desire to live.

My prisoner? or my guest?' by your dread verily, Arch. If the king had no son, they would desire to One of them you shall be. live on crutches, till he, had one.

[Exeunt. Pol. Your guest then, madam :

To be your prisoner, should import offending;
SCENE II.The same. Aroom of state in the palace. Which is for me less easy to commit,
Enter Leontes, Polixenes, HeruioNE, MAMILLIUS, Than you to punish.
Camillo, and Attendants.

ller. Not your gaoler then,
Pol. Nine changes of the wat’ry star have been But your kind hostess. Come, I'll question you
The shepherd's note, since we have left our throne Of my lord's tricks, and yours, when you were boys;
Without a burden : time as long again

You were pretty lordlings then. Would be fill’dup, my brother, with our thanks;

Pol. We were, fair qucen, And yet we should, for perpetuity,

Two lads, that thought, there was no more behind, Go hence in debt. And therefore, like a cipher, But such a day to-morrow as to-day, Yet standing in rich place, I multiply,

And to be boy eternal. With one we thank you, many thousands more, Her. Was not my lord the verier wag o'thetwo? That go before it.

Pol. We were astwinn'd lambs,that did friski'the sun, Leon. Stay your thanks awhile

And bleat the one at the other: what we chang’d, And pay them, when you part!

Was innocence for innocence; we knew not Pol. Sir, that's to-morrow.

The doctrine of ill-doing, no, nor dream'd I am question’d by my fears, of what may chance, That any did. Had we pursued that life, Or breed upon our absence: that may blow

And our weak spirits ne'er been higher rear'd No sneaping winds at home, to make us say,

With stronger blood, we should have answer'd heaven This is put forth too truly! Besides, I have stay'd Boldly, Not guilty ; the imposition clear'd, To tire your royalty,

Hereditary ours. Leon. We are tougher, brother,

Her. By this we gather, Than you can put us to't.

You have tripp'd since. Pol. No longer stay.

Pol. O my most sacred lady, Leon. One seven-night longer.

Temptations have since then been born to us; for Pol. Very600th, to-morrow.

In those unfledg’d days was my wife a girl ;
Leon. We'll part the time between’s then : and in that your precious self had not then cross'd the eyes
I'll no gain-saying.

Ofmy young play-fellow.
Pol. Press me not, 'beseech you, so!

Her. Grace to boot! There is no tongue, that moves,uone, none i'the world, of this make no conclusion ; lest you say, So soon as yours, could win me: so it should now, Your queen and I are devils. Yet, go on! Were there necessity in your request, although The offences we have made you do, we'll answer; "Twere needful, I denied it. My affairs

If you first sinn'd with us, and that with us Do even drag me homeward: which to hinder You did continue fault, and that you slipp'd not Were, in your love, a whip to me; my stay

With any but with us. To you a charge and trouble: to save both,

Leon. Is he won yet? Farewell, our brother!

Her. He'll stay, my lord.
Leon. Tongue-tied, our queen ? speak you.

Leon. At my request, he would not.
Her. I had thonght, sir, to have held my peace antil Hermione, my dearest, thou never spok'st
You had drawn oaths from him, not so stay. You, sir, To better purpose.

As if you

* Her. Never?

Pol. How, my lord? Leon, Never, but once.

What cheer? how is’t with you, best brother? Her. What? have I twice said well? when was't Her. You look, before?

held a brow of much distraction: I prythec, tell me! Cram us with praise, and make us Are you mov'd, my lord ? As fat as tame things! One good deed, dying Leon. No, in good earnest. tongueless,

How sometimes nature will betray its folly, Slaughters a thousand, waiting upon that.

Its tenderness, and make itself a pastime Our praises are our wages : you may rideus, To harder bosoms ! Looking on the lines With one soft kiss, a thousand furlongs, ere

Of my boy's face, methoughts, I did recoil With spur we heat an acre. But to the goal!

Twenty-three years, and saw myself unbreech'd, My last good was, to entreat his stay;

In my green velvet coat, my dagger muzzled, What was my first? it has an elder sister,

Lestit should bite its master, and so prove, Or I mistake you. O, would her name were Grace! As ornaments oft do, too dangerous. But once before I spoke to the purpose: When ? How like, methought, I then was to this kernel, Nay, let me have't; I long.

This quash, this gentleman :-mine honest friend, Leon. Why, that was, when

Will
you
take
eggs

for money? Three crabbed months had sour’d themselves to death, Mum. No, my lord, I'll fight. Ere I could make thee open thy white hand,

Leon. You will? why, happy man be's dole ! - My And clap thyself my love; then didst thou utter,

brother, I am yours for ever.

Are you so fond of your young prince, as we · Her. It is Grace, indeed.

Do seem to be of ours? Why, lo you now, I have spoke to the purpose twice, Pol. If at home, sir, The one for ever earn'd a royal husband;

He's all my exercise, my mirth, my matter: The other, for some while a friend.

Now my sworn friend, and then mine enemy, (Giving her hand to Polixenes. My parasite, my soldier, statesman, all : Leon. Too hot, too hot!

{Aside. He makes a July's day short as December,
To mingle friendship far, is mingling bloods. And, with his varying childness, cures in me
I have tremor cordis on me:—my heart dances; Thoughts, that would thick my blood.
But not for joy, -notjoy.—This entertainment Leon. So stands this squire
May a free face put on; derive a liberty

oflic'd with me. We two will walk, my lord, From heartiness, from bounty, fertile bosom, And leave you to your graver steps.--Hermione, And well become the agent: it may, I grant:

How thou lov'st us, show in our brother's welcome; But to be paddling palms, and pinching fingers, Let what is dear in Sicily, be cheap! As now they are, and making practis'd smiles, Next to thyself, and my young rover, hc's As in a looking-glass ;-and then to sigh, as 'twere Apparent to my heart. The mort o’the deer; 0, that is entertainment, ller. If you would seek us, My bosom likes not, nor my brows.-Mamillius, We are yours i’the garden: shall's attend you there? Art thou my boy?

Leon. To your own bents dispose you: you'll be Mam. Ay, my good lord.

found, Leon. I'fecks?

Be
you

beneath the sky!—I am angling now, Why, that's my bawcock. What, hast smutch'd thy Though you perceive me not how I give line. nose?

Go to, go to! They say, it's a copy out of mine. Come, captain, [Aside. Observing Polixenes and Hermione. We must be neat; uot neat, but cleanly, captain : How she holds up the neb, the bill to him! And yet the steer, the heifer, and the calf,

And arms her with the boldness of a wife Are all call’d neat.--Still virginalling

To her allowing husband! Gone already ; [Observing Polixenes and Hermione. Inch-thick, knee-deep; o'er head and ears a fork'd Upon his palm?~Huw now, you wanton calf? Art thou my calf?

[E.reunt Polixenes, Hermione, and Attendants. Mam. Yes, if you will, my lord.

Go, play, boy, play!—thy mother plays, and I
Leon.Thou want'st a rough pash, and the shoots that Play too; but so disgrac'd a part, whose issue
I have,

Will hiss me to my grave; contempt and clamour To be full like me:- yet, they say, we are

Will be my knell.--Go, play, boy, play!—There have Almost as like, as eggs; women say so,

been,
That will say any thing: but were they false, Or I am much deceiv'd, cuckolds ere now;
As o'er-died blacks, as wind, as waters, false, And many a man there is, even at this present,
As dice are to be wish'd, by one that fixes

Now, while I speak this, holds his wife by the arm,
No bourn 'twixt his and mine; yet wereit true That little thinks, she has been sluic'd in's absence,
To say this boy were like me.- Come, sir page, And his pond fish'd by his next neighbour by
Look on me with your welkin eye: sweet villain! Sir Smile, his neighbour: nay, there's comfort in't,
Most dear'st! my collop !—Can thy dam?-may't be? Whiles other men have gates;and those gates open’d,
Affection! thy intention stabs the centre:

As mine, against their will: should all despair, Thou dost make possible things not so held, .. That have revolted wives, the tenth of mankind Communicat'st with dreams ;-(How can this be?)– Would hang themselves. Physic for't there is none; With what's unreal thou coactive art,

It is a bawdy planet, that will strike And fellow'st nothing: then 'tis very credent, Where 'tis predominant; and 'tis powerful, think it, Thou may'st co-join with something; and thou dost; From east, west, north, and south. Be it concluded, (And that beyond commission; and I find it) No barricado for a belly; know it; And that to the infection of my brains,

It will let in and out the enemy, And hardening of my brows.

With bag and baggage: many a thousand of us Pol. What means Sicilia?

Have the disease, and feel't not.-How now, boy? Her. He something seems unsettled.

Mam. I am like you, they say.

one.

Leon. Why, that's some comfort. –

Cannot bemute,) or thought, (for cogitation What! Camillo there?

Resides not in that man, that does not think it,) Cam. Ay, my good lord.

My wife is slippery? Ifthou wilt confess, Leon. Go play, Mamillius ; thou’rt an honest man. (or else be impudently negative,

[Exit Mamillius. To have nor eyes, nor ears, nor thought,) then say, Camillo, this great sir will yet stay longer.

My wife's a hobbyhorse; deserves a name Cam. You had much ado to make his anchor hold: Aš rank as any flax-wench, that puts to When you cast out, it still came home.

Before her troth-plight; say it, and justify it! Leon. Didst note it?

Cam. I would not be a stander-by, to hear : Cam. He would not stay at your petitions; made My sovereign mistress clouded so, without His business more material.

My present vengeance taken. 'Shrew my heart, Leon. Didst perceive it?

You never spoke what did become you less They're here with me already; whispering, rounding, Than this; which to reiterate, were sin Siciliais a so-forth. 'Tis far gone,

As deep as that, though true. When I shall gust it last.-How came't, Camille, Leon. Is whispering nothing? That he did stay?

Is leaning cheek to cheek, is meeting noses, Cam. At the good queen's entreaty.

Kissing with inside lip, stopping the career Leon.At the queen’s, be't: good, should bepertinent; Oflaughter with a sigh, (a note infallible But so it is, it is not. Was this taken

Of breaking honesty :) horsing foot on foot, By any understanding pate but thine?

Skulking in corners, wishing clocks more swift, For thy conceit is soaking, will draw in

Hours, minutes, noon, midnight, and all cyes blind More than the common blocks. -Not noted, is't, With the pin and web, but theirs, theirs only, But of the finer natures? by some severals,

Thatwould unseen be wicked, is this nothing? Of head-piece extraordinary ? lower messes, Why, then the world, and all that's in't, is nothing; Perchance, are to this business parblind; say, The covering sky is nothing; Bohemia nothing;

Cam. Basiness, my lord ? I think, most understand My wife is nothing ; nor nothing have these nothings, Bohemia stays here longer.

If this be nothing Leon. Ha?

Cam. Good my lord, be cur'd Cam. Stays here longer.

of this diseas’d opinion, and betimes; Leon. Ay, but why?

For 'lis most dangerous.
Cam. To satisfy your highness, and the entreaties Leon. Say, it be; 'tis true.
Ofour most gracious mistress.

Cam. No, no, my lord.
Leon. Satisfy

Leon. It is; you lie, you lie :
The entreaties of your mistress ?-satisfy ?

I say, thou liest, Camillo, and I hate thee,
Let that suffice. I have trusted thee, Camillo, Pronounce thee a gross lout, a mindless slave,
With all the nearest things to my heart, as well Orelse a hovering temporizer, that
My chamber-councils, wherein, priest-like, thou Canst with thine eyes at once see good and evil,
Hast cleays'd my bosom; I from thee departed Inclining to them both. Were my wife's liver
Thy penitent reform’d: but we have been

Infected as her life, she would not live
Deceiv'd in thy integrity, deceiv'd

The running of one glass. In that which seems so.

Cam. Who does in fect her? Cam. Be it forbid, my lord !

Leon. Why,he that wears her like her medal, hanging Leon. Tho bide upon't; - thou art not honest: or, About his neck, Bohemia; who- if I If thou inclin’st that way, thou art a coward;

Had servants true about me; that bare eyes Which hoxes honesty behind, restraining

To see alike mine honour as their profits, From course requir'd: or else thou must be counted Their own particular thrifts, — they would do that, A servant, grafted in my serious trust,

Which should undo more doing : ay, and thou, And therein negligent; or else a fool,

His cup-bearer, whom I from meaner form That seest a game play'd home, the rich stake drawn, Have bench’d, and rear'd to worship, who may'st see And tak'st it all for jest.

Plainly, as heaven sees earth, and earth sees heaven, Cam. My gracious lord,

How I am galled, — might'st bespice a cup, I may be negligent, foolish, and fearful;

To give mine enemy a lasting wink; In every one of these no man is free,

Which draught to me were cordial. But that his negligence, his folly, fear,

Cam. Sir, my lord, Amongst the infinite doings of the world,

I could do this; and that with no rash potion, Sometimes puts forth. In your affairs, my lord, But with a ling’ring dram, that should not work If ever I were wilful-negligent,

Maliciously like poison : but I cannot It was my folly; ifindustriously

Believe this crack to be in my dread mistress, I play'd the fool, it was my negligence,

So sovereignly beiug honourable. Not weighing well the end: if ever fearful

I have lov'd thee, To do a thing, where the issue doubted,

Leon. Make't thy question, and go rot! Whereof the execution did cry out

Dost think, I am so muddy, so unsettled, Against the non-performance, 'twas a fear

To appoint myself in this vexation? sully Which oft affects the wisest : these, my y lord, The purity and whiteness of my sheets, Are such allow'd infirmities, that honesty

Which to preserve, is sleep; which being spotted, Is never free of. But, 'beseech your grace,

Is goads, thorns, nettles, tails of wasps ? Be plainer with me; let me know my trespass

Give scandal to the blood o'the prince my son, By its own visage! If I then deny it,

Who, I do think is mine, and love as mine, "Tis none of mine.

Without rípe moving to't? Would I do this? Leon. Have not you seen, Camillo,

Could man so blench? (But that's past doubt : you have; or your eyeglass Cam. I must believe you, sir ; Is thicker than a cuckold’s horn ;) or heard,

I do; and will fetch off Bohemia for't: (For, to a vision so apparent, rumour

Provided, that, when he's remov'd, your highness

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Will take again your queen, as yours at first;

Cam. I may not answer.
Even for your son's sake; and, thereby, for sealing Pol. A sickness caught of me, and yet I well!
The injury of tongues, in courts and kingdoms I must be answer'd. -Dost thou hear, Camillo,
Known and allied to yours.

I conjure thee by all the parts of man,
Leon. Thou dost advise me,

Which honour does acknowledge, -whereofthe least Even so as I mine own course have set down :

Is not this suit of mine,—that thou declare, I'll give no blemish to her honour, none.

What incidency thou dost guess of harm, Cam. My lord,

Is creeping toward me; how far off, how near;
Go then ; and with a conntenance as clear,

Which way to be prevented, if to be ;
As friendship wears at feasts, keep with Bohemia, If not, how best to bear it.
And with your queen! I am his cup-bearer;

Cam. Sir, I'll tell you ;
If from me he have wholesome beverage,

Sincel am charg'd in honour, and by him Account me not your servant!

That I think honoprable: therefore, mark my counsel, Leon. This is all.

Which mast be even as swiftly follow'd, as Do't, and thou hast the one half of my heart ş I mean to utter it; or both yourself and me Do't not, thou split'st thine own.

Cry, lost, and so good-night.
Cam. I'l} do't, my lord.

Pol. 0a, good Camillo !
Leon. I will seem friendly, as thou hast advis’d me. Cam. I am appointed Him to murder your

[Exit. Pol. By whom, Camillo? Cam. O miserable lady!- But for me,

Cam. By the king. What ease stand I in? I must be the poisoner

Pol. For what? Of good Polixenes: and my ground to do't

Cam. He thinks, nay, with all confidence he swears, Is the obedience to a master; one,

As he had seen't, or been an instrument Who, in rebellion with himself, will have

To vice you to’t, -that you have touch'd his queen All, that are his, so too.-To do this deed,

Forbiddenly. Promotion follows. If I could find example

Pol. O, then my best blood turn
Of thousands that have struck anointed kings, To an infected jelly, and my name
And flourish'd after, I'd not do't: but since

Be yok'd with his, that did betray the best!
Nor brass, nor stone, nor parchment, bears not one, Turn then my freshest reputation to
Let villainy itself forswear't. I must

A savour, that may strike the dullest nostril
Forsake the court: to do't, or no, is certain Where I arrive; and my approach be shann'd,
To me a break-neck. Happy star, reign now! Nay, hated too, worse than the great'st infection,
Here comes Bohemia.

That e'er was heard, or read !
Enter POLIXENES.

Cam. Swear his thought over
Pol. This is strange! methinks,

By each particular star in heaven, and My favour here begins to warp. Not speak?

By all their influences, you may as well Good-day, Camillo !

Forbid the sea for to obey the moon, Cam. Hail, most royal sir!

Asor, by oath, remove, or counsel, shake Pol. What is the news i'the court ?

The fabric of his folly; whose foundation
Cam. None rare, my lord.

Is pil'd upon his faith, and will continue
Pol. The king hath on him such a countenance, The standing of his body.
As he had lost some province, and a region,

Pol. How should this grow?
Lov'd as he loves himself: even now I met him Cam. I know not: but, I am sure, 'tis safer to
With customary compliment; when he,

Avoid w hrat's grown, than question how 'tis born.
Wafting his eyes to the contrary, and falling If therefore you dare trust my honesty, -
A lip of much contempt, speeds from me; and That lies enclosed in this trunk, which you
So leaves me, to consider what is breeding, Shall bear along impawn’d, -away to-night..
That changes thus his manners.

Your followers I will whisper to the business, Cam. I dare not know, my lord.

And will, by twos, and threes, at several posterns, Pol. How! dare pot? do not. Do you know, and dare Clear them of the city. For myself, I'll put

My fortunes to your service, which are here Be intelligent to me? 'Tis thereabonts :

By this discovery lost. Be not uncertain ! For, to yourself, what you do know, you must; For, by the honour of my parents, I And cannot say, you dare not. Good Camillo, Have utter'd truth: which if you seek to prove, Your chang'd complexions are to me a mirror, I dare not stand by, nor shall you be safer Which shows me mine chang'd too: for Imust be Than one condemn'd by the king's own mouth, A party in this alteration, finding

thereon Myself thus alter'd with it.

His execution sworn. Cam. This is a sickness,

Pol. I do believe thee: Which puts some of us in distemper; but

I saw his heart in his face. Give me thy hand; I cannot name the disease; and it is caught

Be pilot to me, and thy places shall Of you, that yet are well.

Still neighbour mine. My ships are ready, and Pol. How! caught of me?

My people did expect my hence departure
Make me not sighted like the basilisk:

Two days ago.- This jealousy
I have look'd on thousands, who have sped the better Is for a precious creature: as she's rare,
By my regard, but kill'd none so. Camillo,-

Mastit be great; and, as his person's mighty,
As you are certainly a gentleman; thereto

Mast it be violent; and as he does conceive,
Clerk-like, experienc'd, which no less adorns He is dishonour'd by a man, which ever
Oar gentry, than our parents' noble names,

Profess'd to him, why, his revenges must
In whose success we are gentle,-] beseech you, In that be made more bitter. Fear o'ershades me:
If you know aught, which does behove my knowledge Good expedition be my friend, and comfort
Thereof to be inform’d, imprison it not

The gracious queen, part of his theme, but nothing In ignorant concealment!

of his ill-ta'en suspicion ! Come, Camillo ;

not

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