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None rare, my lord.
Cam. I dare not know, my lord.
Do you know,
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. Pol.
How! caught of me? Make me not sighted like the basilisk: I have look'd on thousands, who have sped the better By my regard, but kill'd none so. Camillo, As you are certainly a gentleman; thereto Clerk-like, experienc’d, which no less adorns Our gentry, than our parents' noble names, In whose success we are gentle 49,-I beseech you, If you know aught which does behove my knowledge Thereof to be inform'd, imprison it not In ignorant concealment.
49 Success, for succession. Gentle, well born, was opposed to simple.
may not answer. Pol. A sickness caught of me,
Sir, I'll tell you; Since I am charg'd in honour, and by him That I think honourable: Therefore,mark my counsel; Which must be even as swiftly follow'd, as I mean to utter it; or both yourself and me Cry, lost, and so good-night. Pol.
On, good Camillo. Cam. I am appointed him to murder you So. Pol. By whom, Camillo ?
By the king Pol.
Pol. 0, then my best blood turn
50 • I am appointed him to murder you,' I am the person appointed to murder you.
51 i. e. to screw or move you to it. A vice in Shakspeare's time meant any kind of winding screw.
The vice of a clock was a common expression.
52 That is Judas. A clause in the sentence of excommunicated persons was: 'let them have part with Judas that betrayed Christ.'
strike the dullest nostril
Swear his thought over By each particular star in heaven, and By all their influences, you may as well Forbid the sea for to obey the moon, As or, by oath, remove, or counsel, shake The fabrick of his folly; whose foundation Is pild upon his faith 54, and will continue The standing of his body. Pol.
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 My fortunes to your service, which are here By this discovery lost. Be not uncertain : For, by the honour of my parents, I Have utter'd truth: which if you seek to prove, I dare not stand by; nor shall you
be safer Than one condemn’d by the king's own mouth, thereon His execution sworn. Pol.
I do believe thee: I saw his heart in his face 55. Give me thy hand;
53 •Swear his thought over.' The meaning apparently is 'overswear his thought by,' &c.
54 • Is pil'd upon his faith. This folly which is erected on the foundation of settled belief. 55 · I saw his heart in his face.' In Macbeth we have :
“To find the mind's construction in the face.' VOL. IV.
Be pilot to me, and thy places shall
Cam. It is in mine authority, to command
56 i. e. I will place thee in elevated rank always near to my own in dignity, or near my person.
57 Johnson might well say, 'I can make nothing of the following words :'
Of his ill-ta'en suspicion.' he suspected the line which connected them to the rest to have been lost. I have sometimes thought that we should read not noting instead of but nothing. Perhaps they will bear this construction : "Good expedition be my friend, and may my absence bring comfort to the gracious queen who is part of his theme, but who knows nothing of his unjust suspicion.'
Enter HERMIONE, MAMILLIUS, and Ladies.
Her. Take the boy to you: he so troubles me, 'Tis past enduring. 1 Lady.
Come, my gracious lord,
No, I'll none of you. 1 Lady. Why, my sweet lord ?
Mam. You'll kiss me hard; and speak to me as if I were a baby still.— I love
better. 2 Lady. And why so, my lord ? Mam.
Not for because Your brows are blacker; yet black brows, they say, Become some women best; so that there be not Too much hair there, but in a semicircle, Or half-moon made with a pen. 2 Lady.
Who taught you
this? Mam. I learn’d it out of women's faces.—Pray now What colour are your eye-brows? 1 Lady.
Blue, my lord. Mam. Nay, that's a mock: I have seen a lady's
That has been blue, but not her eye-brows.
2 Lady. 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!