LEONTES Thou dost advise me
Even so as I mine own course have set down:
I'll give no blemish to her honour, none.
CAMILLO 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 beverage,
Account me not your servant.
LEONTES This is all:
Do't and thou hast the one half of my heart;
Do't not, thou split'st thine own.
CAMILLO I'll do't, my lord.
LEONTES I will seem friendly, as thou hast advised me.
[Exit]
CAMILLO 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 thousands that had struck anointed kings
And flourish'd after, I'ld not do't; but since
Nor brass nor stone nor parchment bears not one,
Let villany itself forswear't. I must
Forsake the court: to do't, or no, is certain
To me a break-neck. Happy star, reign now!
Here comes Bohemia.
[Re-enter POLIXENES]
POLIXENES This is strange: methinks
My favour here begins to warp. Not speak?
Good day, Camillo.
CAMILLO Hail, most royal sir!
POLIXENES What is the news i' the court?
CAMILLO None rare, my lord.
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