Pol. The king hath on him such a countenance, Cam. I dare not know, my lord. Do you know, Be intelligent to me? 'Tis thereabouts; Cam. There is a sickness Which puts some of us in distemper; but I cannot name the disease; and it is caught Of you that yet are well. Pol. How! caught of me? Make me not sighted like the basilisk. I have looked on thousands, who have sped the better By my regard, but killed none so. Camillo, As you are certainly a gentleman; thereto 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! Which honor does acknowledge,-whereof the least 1 Success, for succession. Gentle, well born, was opposed to simple. Is not this suit of mine,-that thou declare 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 honor, and by him Which must be even as swiftly followed, as Pol. counsel; On, good Camillo. Cam. Pol. By the king. For what? Cam. He thinks, nay, with all confidence he swears, As he had seen't, or been an instrument you To vice 2 you to't, that have touched his queen O, then my best blood turn (Be yoked with his, that did betray the best!3 A savor, that may strike the dullest nostril Swear his thought over Cam. 1 "I am appointed him to murder you;" I am the person appointed to murder you. 2 i. e. to screw or move you to it. A vice, in Shakspeare's time, meant any kind of winding screw. The vice of a clock was a common expression. 3 That is, Judas. 4 "Swear his thought over." The meaning apparently is, " Over-swear his thought by," &c. As, or by oath, remove, or counsel, shake Pol. How should this grow? Have uttered truth; which if you seek to prove, 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; Still neighbor 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; The gracious queen, part of his theme, but nothing 1 "Is piled upon his faith;" this folly which is erected on the foundation of settled belief. 2 i. e. I will place thee in elevated rank, always near to my own in dignity, or near my person. 1 Of his ill-ta'en suspicion! Come, Camillo; Thou bear'st my life off hence. Let us avoid. [Exeunt. Enter HERMIONE, MAMILLIUS, and Ladies. Her. Take the boy to you: he so troubles me, 'Tis past enduring. 1 Lady. Come, my gracious lord, No, I'll none of you. Shall I be your playfellow ? Mam. 1 Lady. Why, my sweet lord? Mam. You'll kiss me hard; and speak to me as if I were a baby still.-I love you better. 2 Lady. And why so, my lord? Not for because Mam. Your brows are blacker; yet black brows, they say, Become some women best; so that there be not Too much hair there, but in a semicircle, Or half-moon made with a pen. 2 Lady. Who taught you this? Mam. I learned it out of women's faces.-Pray now What color are your eyebrows? 1 Johnson might well say, "I can make nothing of the following words: and comfort The gracious queen, part of his theme, but nothing Of his ill-ta'en suspicion.' He suspected the line which connected them to the rest to have been lost. 1 Lady. Blue, my lord. Mam. Nay, that's a mock; I have seen a lady's nose That has been blue, but not her eyebrows. 2 Lady. Hark ye; The queen, your mother, rounds apace: we shall One of these days; and then you'd wanton with us, 1 Lady. She is spread of late Into a goodly bulk. Good time encounter her! Her. What wisdom stirs amongst you? Come, sir, Let's have that, good 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 softly; Yon crickets shall not hear it. Her. And give't me in mine ear. Come on then, 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 Leon. How blessed am I in my true opinion ! 1 i. e. judgment. |