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Of thousands, that had struck anointed kings,
This is strange! methinks,
Hail, most royal sir !
None rare, my lord.
Cam. I dare not know, my lord.
and dare not
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.
sam. I danthus his me what is bon me; na
How! caught of me?
I may not answer.
Sir, I'll tell you ;
On, good Camillo. Cam. I am appointed Him to murder you.S
? In whose success we are gentle,] Success here means succession. Gentle is evidently opposed to simple; alluding to the distinction between the gentry and yeomanry.
8 I am appointed Him to murder you.] i. e. I am the person appointed to murder you. VOL. IV.
Pol. By whom, Camillo?
By the king.
For what? Cam. He thinks, nay, with all confidence he
Pol. O, then my best blood turn
Swear his thought over
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
9 To vice -] i. e. to draw, persuade you; probably for advise.
whose foundation 18 pild upon his faith,] This folly which is erected on the foundation of settled belief.
My fortunes to your service, which are here
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 his 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.
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.
omade more bittend, and comfort nothing ACT II.
SCENE I. The same.
Enter Hermione, Mamillius, and Ladies. Her. Take the boy to you: he so troubles me, 'Tis past enduring.
i Lady. Come, my gracious lord. Shall I be your play-fellow? Mam.
No, I'll none of you.
2 Lady. And why so, my good lord?
Not for because
Who taught you this? Mam. I learn'd it out of women's faces.—Pray
now What colour are your eye-brows? i Lady.
Blue, my lord. Mam. Nay, that's a mock: I have seen a lady's
nose That has been blue, but not her eye-brows. 2 Lady.
Hark ye: The queen, your mother, rounds apace: we shall Present our services to a fine new prince, One of these days; and then you'd wanton with us, If we would have you. 1 Lady.
She is spread of late Into a goodly bulk: Good time encounter her!