READ STUDY GUIDE: Act I, Scenes i-ii |
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Section 2:
ACT I, SCENE II The same. A Room of State in the Palace.
ACT I, SCENE II The same. A Room of State in the Palace.
| [Enter LEONTES, POLIXENES, HERMIONE, MAMILLIUS, CAMILLO, andAttendants.] |
| POLIXENES.: |
| Nine changes of the watery star hath been |
| The shepherd's note since we have left our throne |
| Without a burden: time as long again |
| Would be fill'd up, my brother, with our thanks; |
| And yet we should, for perpetuity, |
| Go hence in debt: and therefore, like a cipher, |
| Yet standing in rich place, I multiply |
| With one we-thank-you many thousands more |
| That go before it. |
| LEONTES.: |
| Stay your thanks a while, |
| And pay them when you part. |
| POLIXENES.: |
| Sir, that's to-morrow. |
| I am question'd by my fears, of what may chance |
| Or breed upon our absence; that may blow |
| No sneaping winds at home, to make us say, |
| 'This is put forth too truly.' Besides, I have stay'd |
| To tire your royalty. |
| LEONTES.: |
| We are tougher, brother, |
| Than you can put us to't. |
| POLIXENES.: |
| No longer stay. |
| LEONTES.: |
| One seven-night longer. |
| POLIXENES.: |
| Very sooth, to-morrow. |
| LEONTES.: |
| We'll part the time between's then: and in that |
| I'll no gainsaying. |
| POLIXENES.: |
| Press me not, beseech you, so, |
| There is no tongue that moves, none, none i' the world, |
| So soon as yours, could win me: so it should now, |
| Were there necessity in your request, although |
| 'Twere needful I denied it. My affairs |
| Do even drag me homeward: which to hinder, |
| Were, in your love a whip to me; my stay |
| To you a charge and trouble: to save both, |
| Farewell, our brother. |
| LEONTES.: |
| Tongue-tied, our queen? Speak you. |
| HERMIONE.: |
| I had thought, sir, to have held my peace until |
| You had drawn oaths from him not to stay. You, sir, |
| Charge him too coldly. Tell him, you are sure |
| All in Bohemia's well: this satisfaction |
| The by-gone day proclaimed: say this to him, |
| He's beat from his best ward. |
| LEONTES.: |
| Well said, Hermione. |
| HERMIONE.: |
| To tell he longs to see his son, were strong: |
| But let him say so then, and let him go; |
| But let him swear so, and he shall not stay, |
| We'll thwack him hence with distaffs.— |
| Yet of your royal presence[To POLIXENES.]I'll adventure |
| The borrow of a week. When at Bohemia |
| You take my lord, I'll give him my commission |
| To let him there a month behind the gest |
| Prefix'd for's parting:—yet, good deed, Leontes, |
| I love thee not a jar of the clock behind |
| What lady she her lord.—You'll stay? |
| POLIXENES.: |
| No, madam. |
| HERMIONE.: |
| Nay, but you will? |
| POLIXENES.: |
| I may not, verily. |
| HERMIONE.: |
| Verily! |
| You put me off with limber vows; but I, |
| Though you would seek to unsphere the stars with oaths, |
| Should yet say 'Sir, no going.' Verily, |
| You shall not go; a lady's verily is |
| As potent as a lord's. Will go yet? |
| Force me to keep you as a prisoner, |
| Not like a guest: so you shall pay your fees |
| When you depart, and save your thanks. How say you? |
| My prisoner or my guest? by your dread verily, |
| One of them you shall be. |
| POLIXENES.: |
| Your guest, then, madam: |
| To be your prisoner should import offending; |
| Which is for me less easy to commit |
| Than you to punish. |
| HERMIONE.: |
| Not your gaoler then, |
| But your kind hostess. Come, I'll question you |
| Of my lord's tricks and yours when you were boys. |
| You were pretty lordings then. |
| POLIXENES.: |
| We were, fair queen, |
| Two lads that thought there was no more behind |
| But such a day to-morrow as to-day, |
| And to be boy eternal. |
| HERMIONE.: |
| Was not my lord the verier wag o' the two? |
| POLIXENES.: |
| We were as twinn'd lambs that did frisk i' the sun |
| And bleat the one at th' other. What we chang'd |
| Was innocence for innocence; we knew not |
| The doctrine of ill-doing, nor dream'd |
| That any did. Had we pursu'd that life, |
| And our weak spirits ne'er been higher rear'd |
| With stronger blood, we should have answer'd heaven |
| Boldly 'Not guilty,' the imposition clear'd |
| Hereditary ours. |
| HERMIONE.: |
| By this we gather |
| You have tripp'd since. |
| POLIXENES.: |
| O my most sacred lady, |
| Temptations have since then been born to 's! for |
| In those unfledg'd days was my wife a girl; |
| Your precious self had then not cross'd the eyes |
| Of my young play-fellow. |
| HERMIONE.: |
| Grace to boot! |
| Of this make no conclusion, lest you say |
| Your queen and I are devils: yet, go on; |
| The offences we have made you do we'll answer; |
| If you first sinn'd with us, and that with us |
| You did continue fault, and that you slipp'd not |
| With any but with us. |
| LEONTES.: |
| Is he won yet? |
| HERMIONE.: |
| He'll stay, my lord. |
| LEONTES.: |
| At my request he would not. |
| Hermione, my dearest, thou never spok'st |
| To better purpose. |
| HERMIONE.: |
| Never? |
| LEONTES.: |
| Never but once. |
| HERMIONE.: |
| What! have I twice said well? when was't before? |
| I pr'ythee tell me; cram 's with praise, and make 's |
| As fat as tame things: one good deed dying tongueless |
| Slaughters a thousand waiting upon that. |
| Our praises are our wages; you may ride 's |
| With one soft kiss a thousand furlongs ere |
| With spur we heat an acre. But to the goal:— |
| My last good deed was to entreat his stay; |
| What was my first? it has an elder sister, |
| Or I mistake you: O, would her name were Grace! |
| But once before I spoke to the purpose—when? |
| Nay, let me have't; I long. |
| LEONTES.: |
| Why, that was when |
| Three crabbed months had sour'd themselves to death, |
| Ere I could make thee open thy white hand |
| And clap thyself my love; then didst thou utter |
| 'I am yours for ever.' |
| HERMIONE.: |
| It is Grace indeed. |
| Why, lo you now, I have spoke to the purpose twice; |
| The one for ever earn'd a royal husband; |
| Th' other for some while a friend. |
| [Giving her hand to POLIXENES.] |
| LEONTES.: |
| Too hot, too hot![Aside.] |
| To mingle friendship far is mingling bloods. |
| I have tremor cordis on me;—my heart dances; |
| But not for joy,—not joy.—This entertainment |
| May a free face put on; derive a liberty |
| From heartiness, from bounty, fertile bosom, |
| And well become the agent: 't may, I grant: |
| But to be paddling palms and pinching fingers, |
| As now they are; and making practis'd smiles |
| As in a looking-glass; and then to sigh, as 'twere |
| The mort o' the deer: O, that is entertainment |
| My bosom likes not, nor my brows,—Mamillius, |
| Art thou my boy? |
| MAMILLIUS.: |
| Ay, my good lord. |
| LEONTES.: |
| I' fecks! |
| Why, that's my bawcock. What! hast smutch'd thy nose?— |
| They say it is a copy out of mine. Come, captain, |
| We must be neat;—not neat, but cleanly, captain: |
| And yet the steer, the heifer, and the calf, |
| Are all call'd neat.—Still virginalling |
| [Observing POL. and HER.] |
| Upon his palm?—How now, you wanton calf! |
| Art thou my calf? |
| MAMILLIUS.: |
| Yes, if you will, my lord. |
| LEONTES.: |
| Thou want'st a rough pash, and the shoots that I have, |
| To be full like me:—yet they say we are |
| Almost as like as eggs; women say so, |
| That will say anything: but were they false |
| As o'er-dy'd blacks, as wind, as waters,—false |
| As dice are to be wish'd by one that fixes |
| No bourn 'twixt his and mine; yet were it true |
| To say this boy were like me.—Come, sir page, |
| Look on me with your welkin eye: sweet villain! |
| Most dear'st! my collop!—Can thy dam?—may't be? |
| Affection! thy intention stabs the centre: |
| Thou dost make possible things not so held, |
| Communicat'st with dreams;—how can this be?— |
| With what's unreal thou co-active art, |
| And fellow'st nothing: then 'tis very credent |
| Thou mayst co-join with something; and thou dost,— |
| And that beyond commission; and I find it,— |
| And that to the infection of my brains |
| And hardening of my brows. |
| POLIXENES.: |
| What means Sicilia? |
| HERMIONE.: |
| He something seems unsettled. |
| POLIXENES.: |
| How! my lord! |
| What cheer? How is't with you, best brother? |
| HERMIONE.: |
| You look |
| As if you held a brow of much distraction: |
| Are you mov'd, my lord? |
| LEONTES.: |
| No, in good earnest.— |
| How sometimes nature will betray its folly, |
| Its tenderness, and make itself a pastime |
| To harder bosoms! Looking on the lines |
| Of my boy's face, methoughts I did recoil |
| Twenty-three years; and saw myself unbreech'd, |
| In my green velvet coat; my dagger muzzled, |
| Lest it should bite its master, and so prove, |
| As ornaments oft do, too dangerous. |
| How like, methought, I then was to this kernel, |
| This squash, this gentleman.—Mine honest friend, |
| Will you take eggs for money? |
| MAMILLIUS.: |
| No, my lord, I'll fight. |
| LEONTES.: |
| You will? Why, happy man be 's dole!—My brother, |
| Are you so fond of your young prince as we |
| Do seem to be of ours? |
| POLIXENES.: |
| If at home, sir, |
| He's all my exercise, my mirth, my matter: |
| Now my sworn friend, and then mine enemy; |
| My parasite, my soldier, statesman, all: |
| He makes a July's day short as December; |
| And with his varying childness cures in me |
| Thoughts that would thick my blood. |
| LEONTES.: |
| So stands this squire |
| Offic'd with me. We two will walk, my lord, |
| And leave you to your graver steps.—Hermione, |
| How thou lov'st us show in our brother's welcome; |
| Let what is dear in Sicily be cheap: |
| Next to thyself and my young rover, he's |
| Apparent to my heart. |
| HERMIONE.: |
| If you would seek us, |
| We are yours i' the garden. Shall's attend you there? |
| LEONTES.: |
| To your own bents dispose you: you'll be found, |
| Be you beneath the sky.[Aside.]I am angling now. |
| Though you perceive me not how I give line. |
| Go to, go to! |
| [Observing POL. and HER.] |
| How she holds up the neb, the bill to him! |
| And arms her with the boldness of a wife |
| To her allowing husband! |
| Gone already! |
| [Exeunt POLIXENES, HERMIONE, and Attendants.] |
| Inch-thick, knee-deep, o'er head and ears a fork'd one!— |
| Go, play, boy, play:—thy mother plays, and I |
| Play too; but so disgrac'd a part, whose issue |
| Will hiss me to my grave: contempt and clamour |
| Will be my knell.—Go, play, boy, play.—There have been, |
| Or I am much deceiv'd, cuckolds ere now; |
| And many a man there is, even at this present, |
| Now while I speak this, holds his wife by the arm |
| That little thinks she has been sluic'd in his absence, |
| And his pond fish'd by his next neighbour, by |
| Sir Smile, his neighbour; nay, there's comfort in't, |
| Whiles other men have gates, and those gates open'd, |
| As mine, against their will: should all despair |
| That hath revolted wives, the tenth of mankind |
| Would hang themselves. Physic for't there's none; |
| It is a bawdy planet, that will strike |
| Where 'tis predominant; and 'tis powerful, think it, |
| From east, west, north, and south: be it concluded, |
| No barricado for a belly: know't; |
| It will let in and out the enemy |
| With bag and baggage. Many thousand of us |
| Have the disease, and feel't not.—How now, boy! |
| MAMILLIUS.: |
| I am like you, they say. |
| LEONTES.: |
| Why, that's some comfort.— |
| What! Camillo there? |
| CAMILLO.: |
| Ay, my good lord. |
| LEONTES.: |
| Go play, Mamillius; thou'rt an honest man.— |
| [Exit MAMILLIUS.] |
| Camillo, this great sir will yet stay longer. |
| CAMILLO.: |
| You had much ado to make his anchor hold: |
| When you cast out, it still came home. |
| LEONTES.: |
| Didst note it? |
| CAMILLO.: |
| He would not stay at your petitions; made |
| His business more material. |
| LEONTES.: |
| Didst perceive it?— |
| They're here with me already; whispering, rounding, |
| 'Sicilia is a so-forth.' 'Tis far gone |
| When I shall gust it last.—How came't, Camillo, |
| That he did stay? |
| CAMILLO.: |
| At the good queen's entreaty. |
| LEONTES.: |
| At the queen's be't: good should be pertinent; |
| But so it is, it is not. Was this taken |
| By any understanding pate but thine? |
| For thy conceit is soaking, will draw in |
| More than the common blocks:—not noted, is't, |
| But of the finer natures? by some severals |
| Of head-piece extraordinary? lower messes |
| Perchance are to this business purblind? say. |
| CAMILLO.: |
| Business, my lord! I think most understand |
| Bohemia stays here longer. |
| LEONTES.: |
| Ha! |
| CAMILLO.: |
| Stays here longer. |
| LEONTES.: |
| Ay, but why? |
| CAMILLO.: |
| To satisfy your highness, and the entreaties |
| Of our most gracious mistress. |
| LEONTES.: |
| Satisfy |
| Th' entreaties of your mistress!—satisfy!— |
| Let that suffice. I have trusted thee, Camillo, |
| With all the nearest things to my heart, as well |
| My chamber-councils, wherein, priest-like, thou |
| Hast cleans'd my bosom; I from thee departed |
| Thy penitent reform'd: but we have been |
| Deceiv'd in thy integrity, deceiv'd |
| In that which seems so. |
| CAMILLO.: |
| Be it forbid, my lord! |
| LEONTES.: |
| To bide upon't,—thou art not honest; or, |
| If thou inclin'st that way, thou art a coward, |
| Which hoxes honesty behind, restraining |
| From course requir'd; or else thou must be counted |
| A servant grafted in my serious trust, |
| And therein negligent; or else a fool |
| That seest a game play'd home, the rich stake drawn, |
| And tak'st it all for jest. |
| CAMILLO.: |
| My gracious lord, |
| I may be negligent, foolish, and fearful; |
| In every one of these no man is free, |
| But that his negligence, his folly, fear, |
| Among the infinite doings of the world, |
| Sometime puts forth: in your affairs, my lord, |
| If ever I were wilful-negligent, |
| It was my folly; if industriously |
| I play'd the fool, it was my negligence, |
| Not weighing well the end; if ever fearful |
| To do a thing, where I the issue doubted, |
| Whereof the execution did cry out |
| Against the non-performance, 'twas a fear |
| Which oft affects the wisest: these, my lord, |
| Are such allow'd infirmities that honesty |
| Is never free of. But, beseech your grace, |
| Be plainer with me; let me know my trespass |
| By its own visage: if I then deny it, |
| 'Tis none of mine. |
| LEONTES.: |
| Have not you seen, Camillo,— |
| But that's past doubt: you have, or your eye-glass |
| Is thicker than a cuckold's horn,—or heard,— |
| For, to a vision so apparent, rumour |
| Cannot be mute,—or thought,—for cogitation |
| Resides not in that man that does not think it,— |
| My wife is slippery? If thou wilt confess,— |
| Or else be impudently negative, |
| To have nor eyes nor ears nor thought,—then say |
| My wife's a hobby-horse; deserves a name |
| As rank as any flax-wench that puts to |
| Before her troth-plight: say't and justify't. |
| CAMILLO.: |
| I would not be a stander-by to hear |
| My sovereign mistress clouded so, without |
| My present vengeance taken: 'shrew my heart, |
| You never spoke what did become you less |
| Than this; which to reiterate were sin |
| As deep as that, though true. |
| LEONTES.: |
| Is whispering nothing? |
| Is leaning cheek to cheek? is meeting noses? |
| Kissing with inside lip? Stopping the career |
| Of laughter with a sigh?—a note infallible |
| Of breaking honesty;—horsing foot on foot? |
| Skulking in corners? wishing clocks more swift; |
| Hours, minutes; noon, midnight? and all eyes |
| Blind with the pin and web but theirs, theirs only, |
| That would unseen be wicked?—is this nothing? |
| Why, then the world and all that's in't is nothing; |
| The covering sky is nothing; Bohemia nothing; |
| My is nothing; nor nothing have these nothings, |
| If this be nothing. |
| CAMILLO.: |
| Good my lord, be cur'd |
| Of this diseas'd opinion, and betimes; |
| For 'tis most dangerous. |
| LEONTES.: |
| Say it be, 'tis true. |
| CAMILLO.: |
| No, no, my lord. |
| LEONTES.: |
| It is; you lie, you lie: |
| I say thou liest, Camillo, and I hate thee; |
| Pronounce thee a gross lout, a mindless slave; |
| Or else a hovering temporizer, that |
| Canst with thine eyes at once see good and evil, |
| Inclining to them both.—Were my wife's liver |
| Infected as her life, she would not live |
| The running of one glass. |
| CAMILLO.: |
| Who does infect her? |
| LEONTES.: |
| 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, |
| Their own particular thrifts,—they would do that |
| Which should undo more doing: ay, and thou, |
| His cupbearer,—whom I from meaner form |
| Have bench'd and rear'd to worship; who mayst see, |
| Plainly as heaven sees earth and earth sees heaven, |
| How I am galled,—mightst bespice a cup, |
| To give mine enemy a lasting wink; |
| Which draught to me were cordial. |
| CAMILLO.: |
| Sir, my lord, |
| I could do this; and that with no rash potion, |
| But with a ling'ring dram, that should not work |
| Maliciously like poison: but I cannot |
| Believe this crack to be in my dread mistress, |
| So sovereignly being honourable. |
| I have lov'd thee,— |
| LEONTES.: |
| Make that 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' the prince, my son,— |
| Who I do think is mine, and love as mine,— |
| Without ripe moving to 't?—Would I do this? |
| Could man so blench? |
| CAMILLO.: |
| I must believe you, sir: |
| I do; and will fetch off Bohemia for't; |
| Provided that, when he's remov'd, your highness |
| Will take again your queen as yours at first, |
| Even for your son's sake; and thereby for sealing |
| The injury of tongues in courts and kingdoms |
| Known and allied to yours. |
| LEONTES.: |
| Thou dost advise me |
| Even so as I mine own course have set down: |
| I'll give no blemish to her honour, none. |
| CAMILLO.: |
| My lord, |
| Go then; and with a countenance as clear |
| As friendship wears at feasts, keep with Bohemia |
| And with your queen: I am his cupbearer. |
| If from me he have wholesome beverage, |
| Account me not your servant. |
| LEONTES.: |
| This is all: |
| Do't, and thou hast the one-half of my heart; |
| Do't not, thou splitt'st thine own. |
| CAMILLO.: |
| I'll do't, my lord. |
| LEONTES.: |
| I will seem friendly, as thou hast advis'd me. |
| [Exit.] |
| CAMILLO.: |
| O miserable lady!—But, for me, |
| What case stand I in? I must be the poisoner |
| Of good Polixenes: and my ground to do't |
| Is the obedience to a master; one |
| Who, in rebellion with himself, will have |
| All that are his so too.—To do this deed, |
| Promotion follows: if I could find example |
| Of thousands that had struck anointed kings |
| And flourish'd after, I'd not do't; but since |
| Nor brass, nor stone, nor parchment, bears not one, |
| Let villainy itself forswear't. I must |
| Forsake the court: to do't, or no, is certain |
| To me a break-neck. Happy star reign now! |
| Here comes Bohemia. |
| [Enter POLIXENES.] |
| POLIXENES.: |
| This is strange! methinks |
| My favour here begins to warp. Not speak?— |
| Good-day, Camillo. |
| CAMILLO.: |
| Hail, most royal sir! |
| POLIXENES.: |
| What is the news i' the court? |
| CAMILLO.: |
| None rare, my lord. |
| POLIXENES.: |
| The king hath on him such a countenance |
| As he had lost some province, and a region |
| Lov'd as he loves himself; even now I met him |
| With customary compliment; when he, |
| Wafting his eyes to the contrary, and falling |
| A lip of much contempt, speeds from me; |
| So leaves me to consider what is breeding |
| That changes thus his manners. |
| CAMILLO.: |
| I dare not know, my lord. |
| POLIXENES.: |
| 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 too; for I must be |
| A party in this alteration, finding |
| Myself thus alter'd with't. |
| CAMILLO.: |
| 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. |
| POLIXENES.: |
| 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 knowledge |
| Thereof to be inform'd, imprison't not |
| In ignorant concealment. |
| CAMILLO.: |
| I may not answer. |
| POLIXENES.: |
| 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; |
| Which way to be prevented, if to be; |
| If not, how best to bear it. |
| CAMILLO.: |
| Sir, I will tell you; |
| Since I am charg'd in honour, and by him |
| That I think honourable: therefore mark my counsel, |
| Which must be ev'n as swiftly follow'd as |
| I mean to utter it, or both yourself and me |
| Cry lost, and so goodnight! |
| POLIXENES.: |
| On, good Camillo. |
| CAMILLO.: |
| I am appointed him to murder you. |
| POLIXENES.: |
| By whom, Camillo? |
| CAMILLO.: |
| By the king. |
| POLIXENES.: |
| For what? |
| CAMILLO.: |
| 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. |
| POLIXENES.: |
| O, then my best blood turn |
| To an infected jelly, and my name |
| Be yok'd with his that did betray the best! |
| Turn then my freshest reputation to |
| A savour that may strike the dullest nostril |
| Where I arrive, and my approach be shunn'd, |
| Nay, hated too, worse than the great'st infection |
| That e'er was heard or read! |
| CAMILLO.: |
| 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 fabric of his folly, whose foundation |
| Is pil'd upon his faith, and will continue |
| The standing of his body. |
| POLIXENES.: |
| How should this grow? |
| CAMILLO.: |
| 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 |
| By this discovery lost. Be not uncertain; |
| For, by the honour of my parents, I |
| 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. |
| POLIXENES.: |
| 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 |
| My people did expect my hence departure |
| Two days ago.—This jealousy |
| Is for a precious creature: as she's rare, |
| Must it be great; and, as his person's mighty, |
| Must it be violent; and as he does conceive |
| He is dishonour'd by a man which ever |
| Profess'd to him, why, his revenges must |
| In that be made more bitter. Fear o'ershades me; |
| Good expedition be my friend, and comfort |
| The gracious queen, part of this theme, but nothing |
| Of his ill-ta'en suspicion! Come, Camillo; |
| I will respect thee as a father, if |
| Thou bear'st my life off hence: let us avoid. |
| CAMILLO.: |
| 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.] |
