Shakespeare, William · published 1623 · first performed or written 1610 [c.1610-1611] (Annals) romance · King's Men unassigned nearest T0 Court life: dukes, favour and honour · 482 words
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Who does infect her? Why he that wears her like her Medulla, 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: I, and thou His Cupbearer, whom I from meaner form Have Benched, and reared to Worship, who may'st see Plainly, as Heaven sees Earth, and Earth sees Heaven, How I am galled, mightst be-spice a Cup, 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 Maliciously, like Poison: But I cannot Believe this Crack to be in my dread Mistress (So soveraignely being Honourable.) I have loved thee. Make that thy question, and go rot: Dost think I am so muddy, so unsettled, To appoint myself in this vexation? Sully the purity and whiteness of my Sheets (Which to preserve, is Sleep; which being spotted, Is goads, Thorns Nettles, Tails of Wasps) Give scandal to the blood o' th' Prince, my Son, (Who I do think is mine, and Ioue as mine) Without ripe moving to't? Would I do this? Can man so blench? I must believe you (Sir) I do, and will fetch off Bohemia for't: Provided, that when he's removed, 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. Thou dost advise me, Even so as I mine own course have set down: I'll give no blemish to her Honour, none. My Lord, Go then; and with a countenance as clear As Friendship wears at Feasts, keep with Bohemia, And with your Queen: I am his Cupbearer, If from me he have wholesome Beveridge, Account me not your Servant. This is all: Do't, and thou hast the one half of my heart; Do't not, thou splitt'st thine own. I'll do't, my Lord. I will seem friendly, as thou hast advised me. O miserable Lady. But for me, 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 Of thousand's that had struck anointed Kings, And flourished after, I'd not do't: But since Nor Brass, nor Stone, nor Parchment bears not one, Let Villainy itself forswear't. I must Forsake the Court: to do't, or no, is certain To me a breakeneck. Happy Star reign now, Here comes Bohemia. This is strange: methinks My favour here begins to warp. Not speak? Good day Camillo.
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Who do's infect her? Why he that weares her like her Medull, hanging About his neck (Bohemia) who, if I Had Seruants true about me, that bare eyes To ſee alike mine Honor, as their Profits. (Their owne particular Thrifts) they would doe that Which ſhould vndoe more doing: I, and thou His Cup-bearer, whom I from meaner forme Haue Bench'd, and rear'd to Worſhip, who may'ſt ſee Plainely, as Heauen ſees Earth▪ and Earth ſees Heauen, How I am gall'd, might'ſt be-ſpice a Cup, To giue mine Enemy a laſting Winke: Which Draught to me, were cordiall. Sir (my Lord) I could doe this, and that with no raſh Potion, But with a lingring Dram, that ſhould not worke Maliciouſly, like Poyſon: But I cannot Beleeue this Crack to be in my dread Miſtreſſe (So ſoueraignely being Honorable.) I haue lou'd thee. Make that thy queſtion, and goe rot: Do'ſt thinke I am ſo muddy, ſo vnſetled, To appoint my ſelfe in this vexation? Suly the puritie and whiteneſſe of my Sheetes (Which to preſerue, is Sleepe; which being ſpotted, Is Goes, Thornes Nettles, Tayles of Waſpes) Giue ſcandall to the blood o' th' Prince, my Sonne, (Who I doe thinke is mine, and Ioue as mine) Without ripe mouing to't? Would I doe this? Could man ſo blench? I muſt beleeue you (Sir) I doe, and will fetch off Bohemia for't: Prouided, that when hee's remou'd, your Highneſſe Will take againe your Queene, as yours at firſt, Euen for your Sonnes ſake, and thereby for ſealing The Iniurie of Tongues, in Courts and Kingdomes Knowne, and ally'd to yours. Thou do'ſt aduiſe me, Euen ſo as I mine owne courſe haue ſet downe: Ile giue no blemiſh to her Honor, none. My Lord, Goe then; and with a countenance as cleare As Friendſhip weares at Feaſts, keepe with Bohemia, And with your Queene: I am his Cup-bearer, If from me he haue wholeſome Beueridge, Account me not your Seruant. This is all: Do't, and thou haſt the one halfe of my heart; Do't not, thou ſplitt'ſt thine owne. Ile do't, my Lord. I wil ſeeme friendly, as thou haſt aduis'd me. O miſerable Lady. But for me, What caſe ſtand I in? I muſt be the poyſoner Of good Polixenes, and my ground to do't, Is the obedience to a Maſter; one, Who in Rebellion with himſelfe, will haue All that are his, ſo too. To doe this deed, Promotion followes: If I could find example Of thouſand's that had ſtruck anoynted Kings, And flouriſh'd after, Il'd not do't: But ſince Nor Braſſe, nor Stone, nor Parchment beares not one, Let Villanie it ſelfe forſwear't. I muſt Forſake the Court: to do't, or no, is certaine To me a breake-neck. Happy Starre raigne now, Here comes Bohemia. This is ſtrange: Me thinkes My fauor here begins to warpe. Not ſpeake? Good day Camillo.