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Before her troth-plight: say it, and justify it.
Leo. Is whispering nothing?
Is leaning cheek to cheek? is meeting noses?
Cam. Good my lord, be cur'd
Of this diseas'd opinion, and betimes;
Leo. Say, it be; 'tis true.
Cam. No, no, my lord.
Leo. It is; you lie, you lie :
I say, thou liest, Camillo, and I hate thee;
Canst with thine eyes at once see good and evil,
Cam. Who does infect her?
Leo. 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,
 i. e. Your suspicion is as great a sin as would be that (if committed,) for which you suspect her. WARBURTON.
Disorders in the eye. STEEVENS.
 It should be remembered that it was customary for gentlemen, in our author's ime, to wear jewels appended to a ribbon round the neck The Knights of the Sarter wore the George in this manner till the time of Charles I. MALONE.
Their own particular thrifts,—they would do that
Have bench'd, and rear'd to worship; who may'st see
To give mine enemy a lasting wink;
I could do this; and that with no rash potion,
I have lov'd thee,
Leo. 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' th' prince, my son, Who, I do think is mine, and love as mine; Without right moving to't? Would I do this? Could man so blench?
Cam. I must believe you, sir;
I do; and will fetch off Bohemia for't:
Provided, that when he's remov'd, your highness
Leo. Thou dost advise me,
Even so as I mine own course have set down:
I'll give no blemish to her honour, none.
Go then; and with a countenance as clear
As friendship wears at feasts, keep with Bohemia,
Leo. This is all :
 To blench is to start off, to shrink. STEEVENS.
Do't, and thou hast the one half of my heart;
Cam. I'll do't, my lord.
Leo. I will seem friendly, as thou hast advis'd me.
Cam. O miserable lady!-But, for me,
Forsake the court: to do't, or no, is certain
Pol. This is strange! methinks,
My favour here begins to warp. Not speak?-
Cam. Hail, most royal sir!
Pol. What is the news i' th' court?
Cam. None rare, my lord.
Pol. The king hath on him such a countenance,
Cam. I dare not know, my lord.
Do you know, and
 An allusion to the death of the Queen of Scots. The play, therefore, was written in King James's time. BLACKSTONE.
 This is a stroke of nature worthy of Shakespeare. Leontes had but a moment before assured Camillo that he would seem friendly to Polixenes, according to his advice; but on meeting him, his jealousy gets the better of his resolution, and he finds it impossible to restrain his hatred. M. MASON.
Be intelligent to me? 'Tis thereabouts;
Cam. There is a sickness
Which puts some of us in distemper; but
Pol. How! caught of me?
Make me not sighted like the basilisk:
I have look'd on thousands, who have sped the better
As you are certainly a gentleman; thereto,
Clerk-like, experienc'd, which no less adorns
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! I must be answer'd.-Dost thou hear, Camillo,
I conjure 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 charg'd in honour, and by him
That I think honourable: Therefore, mark my counsel;
Which must be even as swiftly follow'd, as
I mean to utter it; or both yourself and me
Cry, lost, and so good-night.
Pol. On, good Camillo
Cam. I am appointed him to murder you.
Cam. By the king.
 I know not whether success here does not mean succession. JOHNSON.
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
To an infected jelly; and my name
Be yok'd with his, that did betray the best!
A savour, that may strike the dullest nostril
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 condemn'd by the king's own mouth, thereon His execution sworn.
Pol. I do believe thee:
I saw his heart in's face.
Give me thy hand;
 i. e. To draw, persuade you. The character called the Vice, in the old plays was the tempter to evil. WARBURTON.
The vice is an instrument well known; its operation is to hold things together. STEEVENS.
 This folly which is erected on the foundation of settled belief. STEEVENS.