But with a ling'ring dram, that should not work I have lov'd thee, Leon. Which to preserve, is sleep; which being spotted, Cam. I must believe you, sir; I do; and will fetch off Bohemia for't: Provided, that when he's remov'd, your highness Leon. 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, Account me not your servant. This is all Leon. Cam. me. I'll do't, my lord. [Exit. 9 i. e. Could any man so start off from propriety? Cam. O miserable lady! But, for me, Who, in rebellion with himself, will have Promotion follows: If I could find example Forsake the court: to do't, or no, is certain Pol. Enter POLIXENES. This is strange, methinks, My favour here begins to warp. Not speak? Cam. Hail, most royal sir! None rare, my lord. Pol. What is the news i' the court? 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; And cannot say, you dare not. Good Camillo, Your chang'd complexions are to me a mirror, Which shows me mine chang'd to: for I must be A party in this alteration, finding Myself thus alter'd with it. Cam. There is a sickness Which puts some of us in distemper; but I cannot name the disease; and it is caught you that yet are well. Of Pol. How? caught of me? Make me not sighted like the basilisk: I have look'd on thousands, who have sped the better By my regard, but kill'd none so. Camillo, As you are certainly a gentleman; thereto Clerk-like, experienc'd, which no less adorns Our gentry, than our parents' noble names, In whose success' we are gentle, I beseech you, If you know aught which does behove my know ledge Thereof to be inform'd, imprison it not 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, least whereof the 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 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 For succession. 2 Gentle was opposed to simple; well born. Pol. On, good Camillo. Cam. I am appointed him 3 to murder you. 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 To vice you to't, that you have touch'd his queen Forbiddenly. Pol. O, then my best blood turn To an infected jelly; and my name. A savour, that may strike the dullest nostril Cam. Swear his thought over By each particular star in heaven, and By all their influences, you may as well Forbid the sea for to obey the moon, As or, by oath, remove, or counsel, shake, The fabrick of his folly; whose foundation Is pil'd upon his faith, and will continue The standing of his body. Pol. How should this grow? Cam. I know not: but, I am sure, 'tis safer to Avoid what's grown, than question how 'tis born. If therefore you dare trust my honesty, That lies enclosed in this trunk, which you Shall bear along impawn'd, - away to-night. Your followers I will whisper to the business; And will, by twos, and threes, at several posterns, Clear them o' the city: For myself, I'll put My fortunes to your service, which are here 3i. c. The person. 4 Draw. By this discovery lost. Be not uncertain I dare not stand by; nor shall you seek to prove, you be safer. Than one condemn'd; by the king's own mouth, thereon Is 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: 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 To take the urgent hour: come, sir, away. [Exeunt. |