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Where 'tis predominant; and 'tis powerful, think it,
It will let in and out the enemy
How now, boy!
With bag and baggage: many thousand on's
What, Camillo there?
Why, that's some comfort.
Cam. Ay, my good lord.
Leon. Go play, Mamillius; thou'rt an honest
Camillo, this great sir will yet stay longer.
Cam. You had much ado to make his anchor
When you cast out, it still came home.
Didst note it?
Cam. He would not stay at your petitions; made His business more material.
Didst perceive it?
[Aside] They're here with me already, whispering,
'Sicilia is a so-forth :' 'tis far gone,
When I shall gust it last.
That he did stay?
How came 't, Camillo,
At the good queen's entreaty. 220
Leon. At the queen's be't: 'good' should be
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,
214. came home, failed to take hold.
222. taken, perceived.
217. rounding, whispering.
226. severals, individuals.
Of head-piece extraordinary ? lower messes
Bohemia stays here longer.
Leon. Ay, but why?
Stays here longer. 230
Cam. To satisfy your highness and the entreaties Of our most gracious mistress.
The entreaties of your mistress! satisfy!
In that which seems so.
Be it forbid, my lord! Leon. To bide upon 't, thou art not honest, or, If thou inclinest that way, thou art a coward, Which hoxes honesty behind, restraining
From course required; 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
237. chamber-councils, private designs.
242. To bide upon't, to continue, or dwell upon it.
I may be negligent, foolish and fearful;
It was my folly; if industriously
I play'd the fool, it was my negligence,
'Tis none of mine.
To have nor eyes nor ears nor thought, then say
256. industriously, deliberately.
266. its (F, it's).
Than this; which to reiterate were sin
If this be nothing.
Of this diseased opinion, and betimes;
For 'tis most dangerous.
Good my lord, be cured
Say it be, 'tis true.
It is; you lie, you lie :
Cam. No, no, my lord.
I say thou liest, Camillo, and I hate thee,
Pronounce thee a gross lout, a mindless slave,
Canst with thine eyes at once see good and evil,
Infected as her life, she would not live
The running of one glass.
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,
291. the pin and web, cataract.
Their own particular thrifts, they would do that
To give mine enemy a lasting wink;
Which draught to me were cordial.
Sir, my lord,
I could do this, and that with no rash potion,
But with a lingering dram that should not work
I have loved thee,
Make that thy question, and go rot!
Dost think I am so muddy, so unsettled,
I must believe you, sir:
Provided that, when he's removed, your highness
311. particular thrifts, private gains.
313. meaner form, lower place (with an allusion to the lower seats in hall).
317. wink, sleep.
319. rash, quick.
324. Make that thy question, treat Hermione's guilt as open to discussion, and be cursed! 326. appoint myself, dress myself.
333. blench, swerve (from reason).