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Page 6
MAMILLIUS.
I am like you, they say.
LEONTES.
Why, that's some comfort.--
What! Camillo there?
CAMILLO.
Ay, my good lord.
LEONTES.
Go play, Mamillius; thou'rt an honest man.--
[Exit MAMILLIUS.]
Camillo, this great sir will yet stay longer.
CAMILLO.
You had much ado to make his anchor hold:
When you cast out, it still came home.
LEONTES.
Didst note it?
CAMILLO.
He would not stay at your petitions; made
His business more material.
LEONTES.
Didst perceive it?--
[Aside.] They're here with me already; whispering, rounding,
'Sicilia is a so-forth.' 'Tis far gone
When I shall gust it last.--How came't, Camillo,
That he did stay?
CAMILLO.
At the good queen's entreaty.
LEONTES.
At the queen's be't: 'good' should be pertinent;
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,
But of the finer natures? by some severals
Of head-piece extraordinary? lower messes
Perchance are to this business purblind? say.
CAMILLO.
Business, my lord! I think most understand
Bohemia stays here longer.
LEONTES.
Ha!
CAMILLO.
Stays here longer.
LEONTES.
Ay, but why?
CAMILLO.
To satisfy your highness, and the entreaties
Of our most gracious mistress.
LEONTES.
Satisfy
Th' entreaties of your mistress!--satisfy!--
Let that suffice. I have trusted thee, Camillo,
With all the nearest things to my heart, as well
My chamber-councils, wherein, priest-like, thou
Hast cleans'd my bosom; I from thee departed
Thy penitent reform'd: but we have been
Deceiv'd in thy integrity, deceiv'd
In that which seems so.
CAMILLO.
Be it forbid, my lord!
LEONTES.
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,
And therein negligent; or else a fool
That seest a game play'd home, the rich stake drawn,
And tak'st it all for jest.
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