CAMILLO
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 touch'd his queen Forbiddenly. POLIXENES
O, 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 shunn'd, Nay, hated too, worse than the great'st infection That e'er was heard or read! CAMILLO
Swear his thought over By each particular star in heaven and By all their influences, you may as well Forbid
the sea for to obey the moon As or by oath remove or counsel shake The fabric of his folly, whose foundation Is
piled upon his faith and will continue The standing of his body. POLIXENES
How should this grow? CAMILLO
I know not: but I am sure 'tis safer to Avoid what's grown than question how 'tis born. If therefore you
dare trust my honesty, That lies enclosed in this trunk which you Shall bear along impawn'd, away to-
night! Your followers I will whisper to the business, And will by twos and threes at several posterns Clear
them o' the city. For myself, I'll put My fortunes to your service, which are here By this discovery lost.
Be not uncertain; For, by the honour of my parents, I Have utter'd truth: which if you seek to prove, I dare
not stand by; nor shall you be safer Than one condemn'd by the king's own mouth, thereon His execution
sworn. POLIXENES
I do believe thee: I saw his heart in 's face. Give me thy hand: Be pilot to me and thy places shall Still
neighbour mine. My ships are ready and My people did expect my hence departure Two days ago. This
jealousy Is for a precious creature: as she's rare, Must it be great, and as his person's mighty, Must it be
violent, and as he does conceive He is dishonour'd by a man which ever Profess'd to him, why, his revenges
must In that be made more bitter. Fear o'ershades me: Good expedition be my friend, and comfort The
gracious queen, part of his theme, but nothing Of his ill-ta'en suspicion! Come, Camillo; I will respect thee
as a father if Thou bear'st my life off hence: let us avoid. CAMILLO
It is in mine authority to command The keys of all the posterns: please your highness To take the urgent
hour. Come, sir, away.
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