Thoughts that would thick my blood. Leon. So stands this squire Offic'd with me: we two will walk, my lord, And leave you to your graver steps.-Hermione, Next to thyself, and my young rover, he's If you would seek us, Her. We are yours i'the garden: Shall's attend you there? Leon. To your own bents dispose you: you'll be Be you beneath the sky:-I am angling now, Though you perceive me not how I give line. Go to, go to! [found, [Aside. Observing Polixenes and Hermione. How she holds up the neb, the bill to him! Inch-thick, knee-deep; o'er head and ears a fork'd one.- Go, play, boy, play ;-thy mother plays, and I [been, Will hiss me to my grave; contempt and clamour Where 'tis predominant; and 'tis powerful, think it, It will let in and out the enemy, With bag and baggage: many a thousand of us Have the disease, and feel't not.-How now, boy? Leon. What? Camillo there? Cam. Ay, my good lord. Why, that's some comfort.→ Leon. Go play, Mamillius; thou'rt an honest man.-- [Exit Mamillius. Camillo, this great sir will yet stay longer. Cam. You had much ado to make his anchor bold: When you cast out, it still came home. Didst note it? Leon. Leon. When I shall gust it last.-How came't, Camillo, Cam. At the good queen's entreaty. Leon. At the queen's, be't: good, should be pertiBut so it is, it is not. Was this taken By any understanding pate but thine? More than the common blocks :-Not noted, is't, [nent; Cam. Business, my lord? I think, most understand Bohemia stays here longer Leon. Cam. Leon. Ay, but why? Ha? Stays here longer. Cam. To satisfy your highness, and the entreaties Of our most gracious mistress. Leon. Satisfy The 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-counsels; wherein, priest-like, thou Hast cleans'd my bosom; I from thee departed Thy penitent reform'd: but we have been In that which seems so. Cam. Be it forbid, my lord! Leon. 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, Cam. It was my folly; if industriously I play'd the fool, it was my negligence, "Tis none of mine. Leon. 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 To have nor eyes, nor ears, nor thought,) then say, My wife's a hobbyhorse; deserves a name As deep as that, though true. Leon. 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 wife is nothing; nor nothing have these nothings, If this be nothing. Cam. Of this diseas'd opinion, and betimes; For 'tis most dangerous. Leon. Good my lord, be cur'd Say, it be; 'tis true. It is; you lie, you lie: Cam. No, no, my lord. Leon. Canst with thine eyes at once see good and evil, The running of one glass. Cam. Who does infect her? Leon. 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 Have bench'd, and rear'd to worship; who may'st see To give mine enemy a lasting wink; Which draught to me were cordial. Cam. Sir, my lord, I could do this; and that with no rash potion, I have lov'd thee, Leon. Make't thy question, and go rot ! Dost think, I am so muddy, so unsettled, Give scandal to the blood o'the prince my son, Cam. Provided, that when he's remov'd, your highness Leon. Thou dost advise me, Even so as I mine own course have set down: Go then; and with a countenance as clear As friendship wears at feasts, keep with Bohemia, |