Shakespeare, William · published 1623 · first performed or written 1610 [c.1610-1611] (Annals) romance · King's Men unassigned nearest T53 The crown: kingship claimed, resigned an · 474 words
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Hail most Royal Sir. What is the News i' th' Court? None rare (my Lord.) The King hath on him such a countenance, As he had lost some Province, and a Region Loved, as he loves himself: even now I met him With customary compliment, when he Wafting his eyes to th' contrary, and falling A Lip of much contempt, speeds from me, and So leaves me, to consider what is breeding, That changes thus his Manners. I dare not know (my Lord.) How, dare not? do not? do you know, and dare not? Be intelligent to me, 'tis thereabouts: For to yourself, what you do know, you must, And cannot say, you dare not. Good Camillo, Your changed complexions are to me a Mirror, Which shows me mine changed too: for I must be A party in this alteration, finding Myself thus altered with't. 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. How caught of me? Make me not sighted like the Basilisque. I have looked on thousands, who have sped the better By my regard, but killed none so: Camillo, As you are certainly a Gentleman, thereto Clerke-like experienced, which no less adorns Our Gentry, than our Parents Noble Names, In whose success we are gentle: I beseech you, If you know aught which does behoove my knowledge, Thereof to be informed, imprisoned not In ignorant concealment. I may not answer. A Sickness caught of me, and yet I well? I must be answered. Dost thou hear Camillo, I conjure thee, by all the parts of man, Which Honour does acknowledge, whereof the least Is not this Suit of mine, that thou declare What incidencie thou dost guess of harm Is creeping toward me; how far off, how near, Which way to be prevented, if to be: If not, how best to bear it. Sir, I will tell you, Since I am charged in Honour, and by him That I think Honourable: therefore mark my counsel, Which must be even as swiftly followed, as I mean to utter it; or both yourself, and me, Cry lost, and so good night. On, good Camillo. I am appointed him to murder you. By whom, Camillo? By the King. For what? He thinks, nay with all confidence he swears, As he had seen't, or been an Instrument To vice you to't, that you have touched his Queen Forbiddenly. Oh then, my best blood turn To an infected Jelly, and my Name Be yoked with his, that did betray the Best: Turn then my freshest Reputation to A savour, that may strike the dullest Nostril Where I arrive, and my approach be shunned, Nay hated too, worse than the great'st Infection That ere was heard, or read.
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Hayle moſt Royall Sir. What is the Newes i' th' Court? None rare (my Lord.) The King hath on him ſuch a countenance, As he had loſt ſome Prouince, and a Region Lou'd, as he loues himſelfe: euen now I met him With cuſtomarie complement, when hee Wafting his eyes to th' contrary, and falling A Lippe of much contempt, ſpeedes from me, and So leaues me, to conſider what is breeding, That changes thus his Manners. I dare not know (my Lord.) How, dare not? doe not? doe you know, and dare not? Be intelligent to me, 'tis thereabouts: For to your ſelfe, what you doe know, you muſt, And cannot ſay, you dare not. Good Camillo, Your chang'd complexions are to me a Mirror, Which ſhewes me mine chang'd too: for I muſt be A partie in this alteration, finding My ſelfe thus alter'd with't. There is a ſickneſſe Which puts ſome of vs in diſtemper, but I cannot name the Diſeaſe, and it is caught Of you, that yet are well. How caught of me? Make me not ſighted like the Baſiliſque. I haue look'd on thouſands, who haue ſped the better By my regard, but kill'd none ſo: Camillo, As you are certainely a Gentleman, thereto Clerke-like experienc'd, which no leſſe adornes Our Gentry, then our Parents Noble Names, In whoſe ſucceſſe we are gentle: I beſeech you, If you know ought which do's behoue my knowledge, Thereof to be inform'd, impriſon't not In ignorant concealement. I may not anſwere. A Sickneſſe caught of me, and yet I well? I muſt be anſwer'd. Do'ſt thou heare Camillo, I coniure thee, by all the parts of man, Which Honor do's acknowledge, whereof the leaſt Is not this Suit of mine, that thou declare What incidencie thou do'ſt gheſſe of harme Is creeping toward me; how farre off, how neere, Which way to be preuented, if to be: If not, how beſt to beare it. Sir, I will tell you, Since I am charg'd in Honor, and by him That I thinke Honorable: therefore marke my counſaile, Which muſt be eu'n as ſwiftly followed, as I meane to vtter it; or both your ſelfe, and me, Cry loſt, and ſo good night. On, good Camillo. I am appointed him to murther you. By whom, Camillo? By the King. For what? He thinkes, nay with all confidence he ſweares, As he had ſeen't, or beene an Inſtrument To vice you to't, that you haue toucht his Queene Forbiddenly. Oh then, my beſt blood turne To an infected Gelly, and my Name Be yoak'd with his, that did betray the Beſt: Turne then my freſheſt Reputation to A ſauour, that may ſtrike the dulleſt Noſthrill Where I arriue, and my approch be ſhun'd, Nay hated too, worſe then the great'ſt Infection That ere was heard, or read.