The Winter’s Tale

1 Enter Leontes, Polixenes, Hermione, Mamillius, Camillo and Attendants.
2 POLIXENES.
3 Nine changes of the watery star hath been
4 The shepherd’s note since we have left our throne
5 Without a burden. Time as long again
6 Would be fill’d up, my brother, with our thanks;
7 And yet we should, for perpetuity,
8 Go hence in debt: and therefore, like a cipher,
9 Yet standing in rich place, I multiply
10 With one “we thank you” many thousands more
11 That go before it.
12 LEONTES.
13 Stay your thanks a while,
14 And pay them when you part.
15 POLIXENES.
16 Sir, that’s tomorrow.
17 I am question’d by my fears, of what may chance
18 Or breed upon our absence; that may blow
19 No sneaping winds at home, to make us say
20 “This is put forth too truly.” Besides, I have stay’d
21 To tire your royalty.
22 LEONTES.
23 We are tougher, brother,
24 Than you can put us to ’t.
25 POLIXENES.
26 No longer stay.
27 LEONTES.
28 One seve’night longer.
29 POLIXENES.
30 Very sooth, tomorrow.
31 LEONTES.
32 We’ll part the time between ’s then: and in that
33 I’ll no gainsaying.
34 POLIXENES.
35 Press me not, beseech you, so,
36 There is no tongue that moves, none, none i’ th’ world,
37 So soon as yours, could win me: so it should now,
38 Were there necessity in your request, although
39 ’Twere needful I denied it. My affairs
40 Do even drag me homeward: which to hinder
41 Were, in your love a whip to me; my stay
42 To you a charge and trouble: to save both,
43 Farewell, our brother.
44 LEONTES.
45 Tongue-tied, our queen? Speak you.
46 HERMIONE.
47 I had thought, sir, to have held my peace until
48 You had drawn oaths from him not to stay. You, sir,
49 Charge him too coldly. Tell him you are sure
50 All in Bohemia’s well: this satisfaction
51 The by-gone day proclaimed. Say this to him,
52 He’s beat from his best ward.
53 LEONTES.
54 Well said, Hermione.
55 HERMIONE.
56 To tell he longs to see his son were strong.
57 But let him say so then, and let him go;
58 But let him swear so, and he shall not stay,
59 We’ll thwack him hence with distaffs.
60 [_To Polixenes._] Yet of your royal presence I’ll adventure
61 The borrow of a week. When at Bohemia
62 You take my lord, I’ll give him my commission
63 To let him there a month behind the gest
64 Prefix’d for’s parting:—yet, good deed, Leontes,
65 I love thee not a jar of th’ clock behind
66 What lady she her lord. You’ll stay?
67 POLIXENES.
68 No, madam.
69 HERMIONE.
70 Nay, but you will?
71 POLIXENES.
72 I may not, verily.
73 HERMIONE.
74 Verily!
75 You put me off with limber vows; but I,
76 Though you would seek t’ unsphere the stars with oaths,
77 Should yet say “Sir, no going.” Verily,
78 You shall not go. A lady’s verily is
79 As potent as a lord’s. Will go yet?
80 Force me to keep you as a prisoner,
81 Not like a guest: so you shall pay your fees
82 When you depart, and save your thanks. How say you?
83 My prisoner or my guest? By your dread “verily,”
84 One of them you shall be.
85 POLIXENES.
86 Your guest, then, madam.
87 To be your prisoner should import offending;
88 Which is for me less easy to commit
89 Than you to punish.
90 HERMIONE.
91 Not your gaoler then,
92 But your kind hostess. Come, I’ll question you
93 Of my lord’s tricks and yours when you were boys.
94 You were pretty lordings then.
95 POLIXENES.
96 We were, fair queen,
97 Two lads that thought there was no more behind
98 But such a day tomorrow as today,
99 And to be boy eternal.
100 HERMIONE.
101 Was not my lord
102 The verier wag o’ th’ two?
103 POLIXENES.
104 We were as twinn’d lambs that did frisk i’ th’ sun
105 And bleat the one at th’ other. What we chang’d
106 Was innocence for innocence; we knew not
107 The doctrine of ill-doing, nor dream’d
108 That any did. Had we pursu’d that life,
109 And our weak spirits ne’er been higher rear’d
110 With stronger blood, we should have answer’d heaven
111 Boldly “Not guilty,” the imposition clear’d
112 Hereditary ours.
113 HERMIONE.
114 By this we gather
115 You have tripp’d since.
116 POLIXENES.
117 O my most sacred lady,
118 Temptations have since then been born to ’s! for
119 In those unfledg’d days was my wife a girl;
120 Your precious self had then not cross’d the eyes
121 Of my young play-fellow.
122 HERMIONE.
123 Grace to boot!
124 Of this make no conclusion, lest you say
125 Your queen and I are devils. Yet go on;
126 Th’ offences we have made you do we’ll answer,
127 If you first sinn’d with us, and that with us
128 You did continue fault, and that you slipp’d not
129 With any but with us.
130 LEONTES.
131 Is he won yet?
132 HERMIONE.
133 He’ll stay, my lord.
134 LEONTES.
135 At my request he would not.
136 Hermione, my dearest, thou never spok’st
137 To better purpose.
138 HERMIONE.
139 Never?
140 LEONTES.
141 Never but once.
142 HERMIONE.
143 What! have I twice said well? when was’t before?
144 I prithee tell me. Cram ’s with praise, and make ’s
145 As fat as tame things: one good deed dying tongueless
146 Slaughters a thousand waiting upon that.
147 Our praises are our wages. You may ride ’s
148 With one soft kiss a thousand furlongs ere
149 With spur we heat an acre. But to th’ goal:
150 My last good deed was to entreat his stay.
151 What was my first? It has an elder sister,
152 Or I mistake you: O, would her name were Grace!
153 But once before I spoke to the purpose—when?
154 Nay, let me have’t; I long.
155 LEONTES.
156 Why, that was when
157 Three crabbed months had sour’d themselves to death,
158 Ere I could make thee open thy white hand
159 And clap thyself my love; then didst thou utter
160 “I am yours for ever.”
161 HERMIONE.
162 ’Tis Grace indeed.
163 Why, lo you now, I have spoke to th’ purpose twice.
164 The one for ever earn’d a royal husband;
165 Th’ other for some while a friend.
166 [_Giving her hand to Polixenes._]
167 LEONTES.
168 [_Aside._] Too hot, too hot!
169 To mingle friendship far is mingling bloods.
170 I have _tremor cordis_ on me. My heart dances,
171 But not for joy,—not joy. This entertainment
172 May a free face put on, derive a liberty
173 From heartiness, from bounty, fertile bosom,
174 And well become the agent: ’t may, I grant:
175 But to be paddling palms and pinching fingers,
176 As now they are, and making practis’d smiles
177 As in a looking-glass; and then to sigh, as ’twere
178 The mort o’ th’ deer. O, that is entertainment
179 My bosom likes not, nor my brows. Mamillius,
180 Art thou my boy?
181 MAMILLIUS.
182 Ay, my good lord.
183 LEONTES.
184 I’ fecks!
185 Why, that’s my bawcock. What! hast smutch’d thy nose?
186 They say it is a copy out of mine. Come, captain,
187 We must be neat; not neat, but cleanly, captain:
188 And yet the steer, the heifer, and the calf
189 Are all call’d neat.—Still virginalling
190 Upon his palm?—How now, you wanton calf!
191 Art thou my calf?
192 MAMILLIUS.
193 Yes, if you will, my lord.
194 LEONTES.
195 Thou want’st a rough pash and the shoots that I have
196 To be full like me:—yet they say we are
197 Almost as like as eggs; women say so,
198 That will say anything. But were they false
199 As o’er-dy’d blacks, as wind, as waters, false
200 As dice are to be wish’d by one that fixes
201 No bourn ’twixt his and mine, yet were it true
202 To say this boy were like me. Come, sir page,
203 Look on me with your welkin eye: sweet villain!
204 Most dear’st! my collop! Can thy dam?—may’t be?
205 Affection! thy intention stabs the centre:
206 Thou dost make possible things not so held,
207 Communicat’st with dreams;—how can this be?—
208 With what’s unreal thou coactive art,
209 And fellow’st nothing: then ’tis very credent
210 Thou may’st co-join with something; and thou dost,
211 And that beyond commission, and I find it,
212 And that to the infection of my brains
213 And hardening of my brows.
214 POLIXENES.
215 What means Sicilia?
216 HERMIONE.
217 He something seems unsettled.
218 POLIXENES.
219 How, my lord?
220 What cheer? How is’t with you, best brother?
221 HERMIONE.
222 You look
223 As if you held a brow of much distraction:
224 Are you mov’d, my lord?
225 LEONTES.
226 No, in good earnest.
227 How sometimes nature will betray its folly,
228 Its tenderness, and make itself a pastime
229 To harder bosoms! Looking on the lines
230 Of my boy’s face, methoughts I did recoil
231 Twenty-three years, and saw myself unbreech’d,
232 In my green velvet coat; my dagger muzzled
233 Lest it should bite its master, and so prove,
234 As ornaments oft do, too dangerous.
235 How like, methought, I then was to this kernel,
236 This squash, this gentleman. Mine honest friend,
237 Will you take eggs for money?
238 MAMILLIUS.
239 No, my lord, I’ll fight.
240 LEONTES.
241 You will? Why, happy man be ’s dole! My brother,
242 Are you so fond of your young prince as we
243 Do seem to be of ours?
244 POLIXENES.
245 If at home, sir,
246 He’s all my exercise, my mirth, my matter:
247 Now my sworn friend, and then mine enemy;
248 My parasite, my soldier, statesman, all.
249 He makes a July’s day short as December;
250 And with his varying childness cures in me
251 Thoughts that would thick my blood.
252 LEONTES.
253 So stands this squire
254 Offic’d with me. We two will walk, my lord,
255 And leave you to your graver steps. Hermione,
256 How thou lov’st us show in our brother’s welcome;
257 Let what is dear in Sicily be cheap:
258 Next to thyself and my young rover, he’s
259 Apparent to my heart.
260 HERMIONE.
261 If you would seek us,
262 We are yours i’ the garden. Shall ’s attend you there?
263 LEONTES.
264 To your own bents dispose you: you’ll be found,
265 Be you beneath the sky. [_Aside._] I am angling now,
266 Though you perceive me not how I give line.
267 Go to, go to!
268 How she holds up the neb, the bill to him!
269 And arms her with the boldness of a wife
270 To her allowing husband!
271 [_Exeunt Polixenes, Hermione and Attendants._]
272 Gone already!
273 Inch-thick, knee-deep, o’er head and ears a fork’d one!—
274 Go, play, boy, play. Thy mother plays, and I
275 Play too; but so disgrac’d a part, whose issue
276 Will hiss me to my grave: contempt and clamour
277 Will be my knell. Go, play, boy, play. There have been,
278 Or I am much deceiv’d, cuckolds ere now;
279 And many a man there is, even at this present,
280 Now while I speak this, holds his wife by th’ arm,
281 That little thinks she has been sluic’d in ’s absence,
282 And his pond fish’d by his next neighbour, by
283 Sir Smile, his neighbour. Nay, there’s comfort in ’t,
284 Whiles other men have gates, and those gates open’d,
285 As mine, against their will. Should all despair
286 That hath revolted wives, the tenth of mankind
287 Would hang themselves. Physic for’t there’s none;
288 It is a bawdy planet, that will strike
289 Where ’tis predominant; and ’tis powerful, think it,
290 From east, west, north, and south. Be it concluded,
291 No barricado for a belly. Know’t;
292 It will let in and out the enemy
293 With bag and baggage. Many thousand of us
294 Have the disease, and feel’t not.—How now, boy!
295 MAMILLIUS.
296 I am like you, they say.
297 LEONTES.
298 Why, that’s some comfort.
299 What! Camillo there?
300 CAMILLO.
301 Ay, my good lord.
302 LEONTES.
303 Go play, Mamillius; thou’rt an honest man.
304 [_Exit Mamillius._]
305 Camillo, this great sir will yet stay longer.
306 CAMILLO.
307 You had much ado to make his anchor hold:
308 When you cast out, it still came home.
309 LEONTES.
310 Didst note it?
311 CAMILLO.
312 He would not stay at your petitions; made
313 His business more material.
314 LEONTES.
315 Didst perceive it?
316 [_Aside._] They’re here with me already; whisp’ring, rounding,
317 “Sicilia is a so-forth.” ’Tis far gone
318 When I shall gust it last.—How came’t, Camillo,
319 That he did stay?
320 CAMILLO.
321 At the good queen’s entreaty.
322 LEONTES.
323 At the queen’s be’t: “good” should be pertinent,
324 But so it is, it is not. Was this taken
325 By any understanding pate but thine?
326 For thy conceit is soaking, will draw in
327 More than the common blocks. Not noted, is’t,
328 But of the finer natures? by some severals
329 Of head-piece extraordinary? lower messes
330 Perchance are to this business purblind? say.
331 CAMILLO.
332 Business, my lord? I think most understand
333 Bohemia stays here longer.
334 LEONTES.
335 Ha?
336 CAMILLO.
337 Stays here longer.
338 LEONTES.
339 Ay, but why?
340 CAMILLO.
341 To satisfy your highness, and the entreaties
342 Of our most gracious mistress.
343 LEONTES.
344 Satisfy?
345 Th’ entreaties of your mistress? Satisfy?
346 Let that suffice. I have trusted thee, Camillo,
347 With all the nearest things to my heart, as well
348 My chamber-counsels, wherein, priest-like, thou
349 Hast cleans’d my bosom; I from thee departed
350 Thy penitent reform’d. But we have been
351 Deceiv’d in thy integrity, deceiv’d
352 In that which seems so.
353 CAMILLO.
354 Be it forbid, my lord!
355 LEONTES.
356 To bide upon’t: thou art not honest; or,
357 If thou inclin’st that way, thou art a coward,
358 Which hoxes honesty behind, restraining
359 From course requir’d; or else thou must be counted
360 A servant grafted in my serious trust,
361 And therein negligent; or else a fool
362 That seest a game play’d home, the rich stake drawn,
363 And tak’st it all for jest.
364 CAMILLO.
365 My gracious lord,
366 I may be negligent, foolish, and fearful;
367 In every one of these no man is free,
368 But that his negligence, his folly, fear,
369 Among the infinite doings of the world,
370 Sometime puts forth. In your affairs, my lord,
371 If ever I were wilful-negligent,
372 It was my folly; if industriously
373 I play’d the fool, it was my negligence,
374 Not weighing well the end; if ever fearful
375 To do a thing, where I the issue doubted,
376 Whereof the execution did cry out
377 Against the non-performance, ’twas a fear
378 Which oft affects the wisest: these, my lord,
379 Are such allow’d infirmities that honesty
380 Is never free of. But, beseech your Grace,
381 Be plainer with me; let me know my trespass
382 By its own visage: if I then deny it,
383 ’Tis none of mine.
384 LEONTES.
385 Ha’ not you seen, Camillo?
386 (But that’s past doubt: you have, or your eye-glass
387 Is thicker than a cuckold’s horn) or heard?
388 (For, to a vision so apparent, rumour
389 Cannot be mute) or thought? (for cogitation
390 Resides not in that man that does not think)
391 My wife is slippery? If thou wilt confess,
392 Or else be impudently negative,
393 To have nor eyes nor ears nor thought, then say
394 My wife’s a hobby-horse, deserves a name
395 As rank as any flax-wench that puts to
396 Before her troth-plight: say’t and justify’t.
397 CAMILLO.
398 I would not be a stander-by to hear
399 My sovereign mistress clouded so, without
400 My present vengeance taken: ’shrew my heart,
401 You never spoke what did become you less
402 Than this; which to reiterate were sin
403 As deep as that, though true.
404 LEONTES.
405 Is whispering nothing?
406 Is leaning cheek to cheek? is meeting noses?
407 Kissing with inside lip? Stopping the career
408 Of laughter with a sigh?—a note infallible
409 Of breaking honesty?—horsing foot on foot?
410 Skulking in corners? Wishing clocks more swift?
411 Hours, minutes? Noon, midnight? and all eyes
412 Blind with the pin and web but theirs, theirs only,
413 That would unseen be wicked? Is this nothing?
414 Why, then the world and all that’s in’t is nothing,
415 The covering sky is nothing, Bohemia nothing,
416 My wife is nothing, nor nothing have these nothings,
417 If this be nothing.
418 CAMILLO.
419 Good my lord, be cur’d
420 Of this diseas’d opinion, and betimes,
421 For ’tis most dangerous.
422 LEONTES.
423 Say it be, ’tis true.
424 CAMILLO.
425 No, no, my lord.
426 LEONTES.
427 It is; you lie, you lie:
428 I say thou liest, Camillo, and I hate thee,
429 Pronounce thee a gross lout, a mindless slave,
430 Or else a hovering temporizer that
431 Canst with thine eyes at once see good and evil,
432 Inclining to them both. Were my wife’s liver
433 Infected as her life, she would not live
434 The running of one glass.
435 CAMILLO.
436 Who does infect her?
437 LEONTES.
438 Why, he that wears her like her medal, hanging
439 About his neck, Bohemia: who, if I
440 Had servants true about me, that bare eyes
441 To see alike mine honour as their profits,
442 Their own particular thrifts, they would do that
443 Which should undo more doing: ay, and thou,
444 His cupbearer,—whom I from meaner form
445 Have bench’d and rear’d to worship, who mayst see
446 Plainly as heaven sees earth and earth sees heaven,
447 How I am galled,—mightst bespice a cup,
448 To give mine enemy a lasting wink;
449 Which draught to me were cordial.
450 CAMILLO.
451 Sir, my lord,
452 I could do this, and that with no rash potion,
453 But with a ling’ring dram, that should not work
454 Maliciously like poison. But I cannot
455 Believe this crack to be in my dread mistress,
456 So sovereignly being honourable.
457 I have lov’d thee,—
458 LEONTES.
459 Make that thy question, and go rot!
460 Dost think I am so muddy, so unsettled,
461 To appoint myself in this vexation; sully
462 The purity and whiteness of my sheets,
463 (Which to preserve is sleep, which being spotted
464 Is goads, thorns, nettles, tails of wasps)
465 Give scandal to the blood o’ th’ prince, my son,
466 (Who I do think is mine, and love as mine)
467 Without ripe moving to’t? Would I do this?
468 Could man so blench?
469 CAMILLO.
470 I must believe you, sir:
471 I do; and will fetch off Bohemia for’t;
472 Provided that, when he’s remov’d, your highness
473 Will take again your queen as yours at first,
474 Even for your son’s sake, and thereby for sealing
475 The injury of tongues in courts and kingdoms
476 Known and allied to yours.
477 LEONTES.
478 Thou dost advise me
479 Even so as I mine own course have set down:
480 I’ll give no blemish to her honour, none.
481 CAMILLO.
482 My lord,
483 Go then; and with a countenance as clear
484 As friendship wears at feasts, keep with Bohemia
485 And with your queen. I am his cupbearer.
486 If from me he have wholesome beverage,
487 Account me not your servant.
488 LEONTES.
489 This is all:
490 Do’t, and thou hast the one half of my heart;
491 Do’t not, thou splitt’st thine own.
492 CAMILLO.
493 I’ll do’t, my lord.
494 LEONTES.
495 I will seem friendly, as thou hast advis’d me.
496 [_Exit._]
497 CAMILLO.
498 O miserable lady! But, for me,
499 What case stand I in? I must be the poisoner
500 Of good Polixenes, and my ground to do’t
501 Is the obedience to a master; one
502 Who, in rebellion with himself, will have
503 All that are his so too. To do this deed,
504 Promotion follows. If I could find example
505 Of thousands that had struck anointed kings
506 And flourish’d after, I’d not do’t. But since
507 Nor brass, nor stone, nor parchment, bears not one,
508 Let villainy itself forswear’t. I must
509 Forsake the court: to do’t, or no, is certain
510 To me a break-neck. Happy star reign now!
511 Here comes Bohemia.
512 Enter Polixenes.
513 POLIXENES.
514 This is strange. Methinks
515 My favour here begins to warp. Not speak?
516 Good day, Camillo.
517 CAMILLO.
518 Hail, most royal sir!
519 POLIXENES.
520 What is the news i’ th’ court?
521 CAMILLO.
522 None rare, my lord.
523 POLIXENES.
524 The king hath on him such a countenance
525 As he had lost some province, and a region
526 Lov’d as he loves himself. Even now I met him
527 With customary compliment, when he,
528 Wafting his eyes to the contrary, and falling
529 A lip of much contempt, speeds from me, and
530 So leaves me to consider what is breeding
531 That changes thus his manners.
532 CAMILLO.
533 I dare not know, my lord.
534 POLIXENES.
535 How, dare not? Do not? Do you know, and dare not?
536 Be intelligent to me? ’Tis thereabouts;
537 For, to yourself, what you do know, you must,
538 And cannot say you dare not. Good Camillo,
539 Your chang’d complexions are to me a mirror
540 Which shows me mine chang’d too; for I must be
541 A party in this alteration, finding
542 Myself thus alter’d with’t.
543 CAMILLO.
544 There is a sickness
545 Which puts some of us in distemper, but
546 I cannot name the disease, and it is caught
547 Of you that yet are well.
548 POLIXENES.
549 How caught of me?
550 Make me not sighted like the basilisk.
551 I have look’d on thousands who have sped the better
552 By my regard, but kill’d none so. Camillo,—
553 As you are certainly a gentleman, thereto
554 Clerk-like, experienc’d, which no less adorns
555 Our gentry than our parents’ noble names,
556 In whose success we are gentle,—I beseech you,
557 If you know aught which does behove my knowledge
558 Thereof to be inform’d, imprison’t not
559 In ignorant concealment.
560 CAMILLO.
561 I may not answer.
562 POLIXENES.
563 A sickness caught of me, and yet I well?
564 I must be answer’d. Dost thou hear, Camillo,
565 I conjure thee, by all the parts of man
566 Which honour does acknowledge, whereof the least
567 Is not this suit of mine, that thou declare
568 What incidency thou dost guess of harm
569 Is creeping toward me; how far off, how near;
570 Which way to be prevented, if to be;
571 If not, how best to bear it.
572 CAMILLO.
573 Sir, I will tell you;
574 Since I am charg’d in honour, and by him
575 That I think honourable. Therefore mark my counsel,
576 Which must be ev’n as swiftly follow’d as
577 I mean to utter it, or both yourself and me
578 Cry lost, and so goodnight!
579 POLIXENES.
580 On, good Camillo.
581 CAMILLO.
582 I am appointed him to murder you.
583 POLIXENES.
584 By whom, Camillo?
585 CAMILLO.
586 By the king.
587 POLIXENES.
588 For what?
589 CAMILLO.
590 He thinks, nay, with all confidence he swears,
591 As he had seen’t or been an instrument
592 To vice you to’t, that you have touch’d his queen
593 Forbiddenly.
594 POLIXENES.
595 O, then my best blood turn
596 To an infected jelly, and my name
597 Be yok’d with his that did betray the Best!
598 Turn then my freshest reputation to
599 A savour that may strike the dullest nostril
600 Where I arrive, and my approach be shunn’d,
601 Nay, hated too, worse than the great’st infection
602 That e’er was heard or read!
603 CAMILLO.
604 Swear his thought over
605 By each particular star in heaven and
606 By all their influences, you may as well
607 Forbid the sea for to obey the moon
608 As or by oath remove or counsel shake
609 The fabric of his folly, whose foundation
610 Is pil’d upon his faith, and will continue
611 The standing of his body.
612 POLIXENES.
613 How should this grow?
614 CAMILLO.
615 I know not: but I am sure ’tis safer to
616 Avoid what’s grown than question how ’tis born.
617 If therefore you dare trust my honesty,
618 That lies enclosed in this trunk, which you
619 Shall bear along impawn’d, away tonight.
620 Your followers I will whisper to the business,
621 And will by twos and threes, at several posterns,
622 Clear them o’ th’ city. For myself, I’ll put
623 My fortunes to your service, which are here
624 By this discovery lost. Be not uncertain,
625 For, by the honour of my parents, I
626 Have utter’d truth: which if you seek to prove,
627 I dare not stand by; nor shall you be safer
628 Than one condemned by the king’s own mouth,
629 Thereon his execution sworn.
630 POLIXENES.
631 I do believe thee.
632 I saw his heart in ’s face. Give me thy hand,
633 Be pilot to me, and thy places shall
634 Still neighbour mine. My ships are ready, and
635 My people did expect my hence departure
636 Two days ago. This jealousy
637 Is for a precious creature: as she’s rare,
638 Must it be great; and, as his person’s mighty,
639 Must it be violent; and as he does conceive
640 He is dishonour’d by a man which ever
641 Profess’d to him, why, his revenges must
642 In that be made more bitter. Fear o’ershades me.
643 Good expedition be my friend, and comfort
644 The gracious queen, part of his theme, but nothing
645 Of his ill-ta’en suspicion! Come, Camillo,
646 I will respect thee as a father if
647 Thou bear’st my life off hence. Let us avoid.
648 CAMILLO.
649 It is in mine authority to command
650 The keys of all the posterns: please your highness
651 To take the urgent hour. Come, sir, away.
652 [_Exeunt._]