I am angling now, Though you perceive me not how I give line. [Exeunt HERMIONE and POLIXEN ES, followed by all the COURT, except LEONTES, MAMILLIUS, and CAMILLO. Go to-go to! How she holds up the neb, the bill to him! one. Go play, boy, play;-thy mother plays, and I 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 Should all despair That have revolted wives, the tenth of mankind Would hang themselves.-Physic for't there is none; It is a bawdy planet, that will strike Where 'tis predominant; and 'tis powerful, think it, From east, west, north, and south: Many a thousand of us Have the disease, and feel't not.-How now, boy? Leon. Why, that's some comfort. What! Camillo there? 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; whispering, rounding, "Sicilia is a so forth :" "Tis far gone, When I shall gust it last.-How cam't, Camillo, Cam. At the good queen's entreaty. Leon. At the queen's, be't: good should be pertinent; But so it is, it is not. Was this taken Cam. Business, my lord? I think, most understand, Bohemia stays here longer. Leon. Ha? Cum. Stays here longer. Leon. Ay, but why? Cam. To satisfy your highness, and the entreaties Of our most gracious mistress. Leon. Satisfy The entreaties of your mistress?—Satisfy !—- 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, That seest a game play'd home, the rich stake drawn, Cam. In your affairs, my lord, Which oft infects the wisest: these, my lord, "Tis none of mine.. Leon. Have not you seen, Camillo, (But that's Or heard, past doubt: you have ;-) (For to a vision so apparent, rumour Cannot be mute;-) or thought, (for cogitation To have nor eyes, nor ears, nor thought,) then say, Leon. Is whispering nothing? Is leaning cheek to cheek? is meeting noses? Of laughter with a sigh? (a note infallible Skulking in corners? wishing clocks more swift? That would, unseen, be wicked? Is this nothing? Cam. Good my lord, be cur'd Of this diseas'd opinion, and betimes; Leon. Say, it be; 'tis true. Cam. No, no, my lord. Leon. You lie, you lie; it is: 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, 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 They would do that Which should undo more doing: Ay, and thou, Who may'st see Plainly, as heaven sees earth, and earth sees heaven, How I am galled,-might'st bespice a cup, 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, Believe this crack to be in my dread mistress, Leon. I've lov'd thee,-make't 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: Leon. Thou dost advise me, Even so, as I my own course have set down: Go then; and with a countenance as clear As friendship wears at feasts, keep with Bohemia, Leon. This is all: Do't, and thou hast the one-half of my heart; Cam. O miserable lady !-But, for me, |