Go, play, boy, play; thy mother plays, and I have been, Or I am much deceiv'd, cuckolds ere now; And many a man there is, even at this present, Where 'tis predominant; and 'tis powerful, think it, It will let in and out the enemy, With bag and baggage: many a thousand on's Have the disease, and feel 't not. - How now, boy? Mam. I am like you, [they] say. Leon. What! Camillo, there? Why, that's some comfort. Cam. Ay, my good lord. 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 hold: When you cast out, it still came home. Leon. Didst note it? Cam. He would not stay at your petitions; made His business more material. Leon. Didst perceive it? They're here with me already; whisp'ring, rounding, • Sicilia is a so forth. 'Tis far gone, When I shall gust it last. That he did stay? Cam. Leon. How came 't, Camillo, At the good Queen's entreaty. 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, Of head-piece extraordinary? lower messes. Leon. Ha! Cam. Stays here longer. Leon. Ay, but why? Cam. To satisfy your Highness, and the entreaties Of our most gracious mistress. Leon. 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-counsels, 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. 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 see'st 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. Ha' 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 To have nor eyes, nor ears, nor thought,) then say, As rank as any flax-wench, that puts to Cam. I would not be a stander-by, to hear As deep as that, though true. Leon. Is whispering nothing? Is leaning cheek to cheek? is meeting noses? Of breaking honesty horsing foot on foot? Cam. Good, my lord, be cur'd Of this diseas'd opinion, and betimes; For 'tis most dangerous. Leon. Cam. No, no, my lord. Say, it be; 'tis true. It is; you lie, you lie : I say, thou liest, Camillo, and I hate thee ; 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, if I About his neck, Bohemia : Who 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, 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, I have lov'd thee, Leon. Make that thy question, and go rot! Dost think I am so muddy, so unsettled, Cam. 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 alli'd to yours. |