497I haue look'd on thousands, who haue sped the better

498By my regard, but kill'd none so: Camillo,

499As you are certainely a Gentleman, thereto

500Clerke-like experienc'd, which no lesse adornes

501Our Gentry, then our Parents Noble Names,

502In whose successe we are gentle: I beseech you,

503If you know ought which do's behoue my knowledge,

504Thereof to be inform'd, imprison't not

505In ignorant concealement.

506 Cam. I may not answere.

507Pol. A Sicknesse caught of me, and yet I well?

508I must be answer'd. Do'st thou heare Camillo,

509I coniure thee, by all the parts of man,

510Which Honor do's acknowledge, whereof the least

511Is not this Suit of mine, that thou declare

512What incidencie thou do'st ghesse of harme

513Is creeping toward me; how farre off, how neere,

514Which way to be preuented, if to be:

515If not, how best to beare it.

516Cam. Sir, I will tell you,

517Since I am charg'd in Honor, and by him

518That I thinke Honorable: therefore marke my counsaile,

519Which must be eu'n as swiftly followed, as

520I meane to vtter it; or both your selfe, and me,

521Cry lost, and so good night.

522Pol. On, good Camillo.

523Cam. I am appointed him to murther you.

524Pol. By whom, Camillo?

525Cam. By the King.

526Pol. For what?

527Cam. He thinkes, nay with all confidence he sweares,

528As he had seen't, or beene an Instrument

529To vice you to't, that you haue toucht his Queene

530Forbiddenly.

531Pol. Oh then, my best blood turne

532To an infected Gelly, and my Name

533Be yoak'd with his, that did betray the Best:

534Turne then my freshest Reputation to

535A sauour, that may strike the dullest Nosthrill

536Where I arriue, and my approch be shun'd,

537Nay hated too, worse then the great'st Infection

538That ere was heard, or read.

539Cam. Sweare his thought ouer

540By each particular Starre in Heauen, and

541By all their Influences; you may as well

542Forbid the Sea for to obey the Moone,

543As (or by Oath) remoue, or (Counsaile) shake

544The Fabrick of his Folly, whose foundation

545Is pyl'd vpon his Faith, and will continue

546The standing of his Body.

547Pol. How should this grow?

548Cam. I know not: but I am sure 'tis safer to

549Auoid what's growne, then question how 'tis borne.

550If therefore you dare trust my honestie,

551That lyes enclosed in this Trunke, which you

552Shall beare along impawnd, away to Night,

553Your Followers I will whisper to the Businesse,

554And will by twoes, and threes, at seuerall Posternes,

555Cleare them o'th' Citie: For my selfe, Ile put

556My fortunes to your seruice (which are here

557By this discouerie lost.) Be not vncertaine,

558For by the honor of my Parents, I

559Haue vttred Truth: which if you seeke to proue,

560I dare not stand by; nor shall you be safer,

561Then one condemnd by the Kings owne mouth:

562Thereon his Execution sworne.

563Pol. I doe beleeue thee:

564I saw his heart in's face. Giue me thy hand,

565Be Pilot to me, and thy places shall

566Still neighbour mine. My Ships are ready, and

567My people did expect my hence departure

568Two dayes agoe. This Iealousie

569Is for a precious Creature: as shee's rare,

570Must it be great; and, as his Person's mightie,

571Must it be violent: and, as he do's conceiue,

572He is dishonor'd by a man, which euer

573Profess'd to him: why his Reuenges must

574In that be made more bitter. Feare ore-shades me:

575Good Expedition be my friend, and comfort

576The gracious Queene, part of his Theame; but nothing

577Of his ill-ta'ne suspition. Come Camillo,

578I will respect thee as a Father, if

579Thou bear'st my life off, hence: Let vs auoid.

580Cam. It is in mine authoritie to command

581The Keyes of all the Posternes: Please your Highnesse

582To take the vrgent houre. Come Sir, away. Exeunt.

586Her. Take the Boy to you: he so troubles me,

587'Tis past enduring.

588Lady. Come (my gracious Lord)

589Shall I be your play-fellow?

590Mam. No, Ile none of you.

591Lady. Why (my sweet Lord?)

592Mam. You'le kisse me hard, and speake to me, as if

593I were a Baby still. I loue you better.

594 2. Lady. And why so (my Lord?)

595Mam. Not for because

596Your Browes are blacker (yet black-browes they say

597Become some Women best, so that there be not

598Too much haire there, but in a Cemicircle,

599Or a halfe-Moone, made with a Pen.)

6002. Lady. Who taught 'this?

601Mam. I learn'd it out of Womens faces: pray now,

602What colour are your eye-browes?

603Lady. Blew (my Lord.)

604Mam. Nay, that's a mock: I haue seene a Ladies Nose

605That ha's beene blew, but not her eye-browes.

606Lady. Harke ye,

607The Queene (your Mother) rounds apace: we shall

608Present our seruices to a fine new Prince

609One of these dayes, and then youl'd wanton with vs,

610If we would haue you.

6112. Lady. She is spread of late

612Into a goodly Bulke (good time encounter her.)

613Her. What wisdome stirs amongst you? Come Sir, now

614I am for you againe: 'Pray you sit by vs,

615And tell's a Tale.

616Mam. Merry, or sad, shal't be?

617Her. As merry as you will.

618Mam. A sad Tale's best for Winter:

619I haue one of Sprights, and Goblins.

620Her. Let's haue that (good Sir.)

621Come-on, sit downe, come-on, and doe your best,

622To fright me with your Sprights: you're powrefull at it.

Aa3 Mam. There