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Cam. No, no, my lord.
It is; you lie, you lie:
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 Which should undo more doing: Ay, and thou, His cupbearer,—whom I from meaner form Have bench'd, and rear’d to worship; who may’st
Plainly, as heaven sees earth, and earth sees heaven,
Sir, my lord,
Make't thy question, and go rot! Dost think, I am so muddy, so unsettled, To appoint myself in this vexation ? sully
4-like her medal,] i. e. her portrait.
s Make't thy question, and go rot! &c.] This refers to what Camillo has just said, relative to the Queen's chastity.
The purity and whiteness of my sheets,
I must believe
you, I do; and will fetch off Bohemia fort: 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. Leon.
Thou dost advise me, Even so as I mine own course have set down : I'll give no blemish to her honour, none.
Cam. My lord,
This is all :
I'll do't, my lord. Leon. I will seem friendly, as thou hast advis'd
[Exit. Cam. O miserable lady :-But, for ine, 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
• Could man so blench?] To blench is to start off, to shrink.
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
How! caught of me?
that thou declare
Sir, I'll tell you ;
On, good Camillo.
? In whose success we are gentle,] Success here means succes. sion. 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. III.
Pol. By whom, Camillo ?
By the king,
For what? Cam. He thinks, nay, with all confidence be
swears, As he had seen't, or been an instrument To vice
to't,-that you have touch'd his queen Forbiddenly. Pol.
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 Is pild upon his faith,] This folly which is erected on the foundation of settled belief.