all that's in't is nothing; The covering sky is nothing; Bohemia nothing; My wife is nothing; nor nothing have
these nothings, If this be nothing. CAMILLO
Good my lord, be cured Of this diseased opinion, and betimes; For 'tis most dangerous. LEONTES
Say it be, 'tis true. CAMILLO
No, no, my lord. LEONTES
It is; you lie, you lie: I say thou liest, Camillo, and I hate thee, Pronounce thee a gross lout, a mindless
slave, Or else a hovering temporizer, that Canst with thine eyes at once see good and evil, Inclining to
them both: were my wife's liver Infected as her life, she would not live The running of one glass. CAMILLO
Who does infect her? LEONTES
Why, he that wears her like a medal, hanging About his neck, Bohemia: who, if I Had servants true about
me, that bare eyes To see alike mine honour as their profits, Their own particular thrifts, they would do
that Which should undo more doing: ay, and thou, His cupbearer, whom I from meaner form Have benched
and reared to worship, who mayst see Plainly as heaven sees earth and earth sees heaven, How I am
galled, mightst bespice a cup, To give mine enemy a lasting wink; Which draught to me were cordial. CAMILLO
Sir, my lord, I could do this, and that with no rash potion, But with a lingering dram that should not work Maliciously
like poison: but I cannot Believe this crack to be in my dread mistress, So sovereignly being honourable. I
have loved thee, LEONTES
Make that thy question, and go rot! Dost think I am so muddy, so unsettled, To appoint myself in this vexation,
sully The purity and whiteness of my sheets, Which to preserve is sleep, which being spotted Is goads,
thorns, nettles, tails of wasps, Give scandal to the blood o' the prince my son, Who I do think is mine and
love as mine, Without ripe moving to't? Would I do this? Could man so blench? CAMILLO
I must believe you, sir: I do; and will fetch off Bohemia for't; Provided that, when he's removed, your highness Will
take again your queen as yours at first, Even for your son's sake; and thereby for sealing The injury of
tongues in courts and kingdoms Known and allied to yours. LEONTES
Thou dost advise me Even so as I mine own course have set down: I'll give no blemish to her honour,
none.
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