Will take again your queen, as yours at first; Leon. Thou dost advise me, Even so as I mine own course have set down: I'll give no blemish to her honour, none. Cam. My lord, Go then; and with a countenance as clear As friendship wears at feasts, keep with Bohemia, If from me he have wholesome beverage, 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 To me a break-neck. Happy star, reign now! Enter POLIXENES. Pol. This is strange! methinks, My favour here begins to warp. Not speak?- Cam. Hail, most royal sir! Pol. What is the news i'the court? Cam. None rare, my lord. Pol. The king hath on him such a countenance, Cam. I dare not know, my lord. Pol. How! dare not? do not. Do you know, and dare not Be intelligent to me? 'Tis thereabouts; For, to yourself, what you do know, you must; 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 In ignorant concealment. Cam. I may not answer. Pol. A sickness caught of me, and yet I well! I must be answered.-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 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. 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 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 his face. Give me thy hand; Be pilot to me, and thy places shall Still neighbour mine: My ships are ready, and Is for a precious creature: as she's rare, In that be made more bitter. Fear o'ershades me: I will respect thee as a father, if Thou bear'st my life off hence: Let us avoid. Cam. It is in mine authority, to command The keys of all the posterns: Please your highness [Exeunt. |