Apparent to my heart. Her. If you will feek us, We are yours i'th' garden: fhall's attend you there? And arms her with the boldness of a wife [Exe. Polix. Her. and Attendants. Manent Eeo.. Mam. and Cam. To her allowing husband. Gone already, Inch thick, knee deep; o'er head and ears, a fork'd one. Where 'tis predominant; and 'tis powerful: think it. It will let in and out the enemy, With bag and baggage: many a thousand of's Leo. Why that's fome comfort. What, Camillo there? Cam. Ay, my good Lord. How now, boy?. Lee. Go play, Mamillius—-— thouʼrt an honeft man; [Exit Mamik. Camille, Camillo, this great Sir will yet stay longer. Cam. You had much ado to make his anchor hold ;, When you caft out, it ftill came home. Leo. Didft note it? Cam. He would not stay at your petitions made; His bufinefs more material. Leo. Didft perceive it? They're here with me already; whifp'ring, rounding:: Sicilia is a fo-forth; 'tis far gone, When I fhall guft it laft.. How came't, Camillo, That he did stay ? Cam. At the good Queen's entreaty. Leo. At the Queen's be't; good, fhould be pertinent;. But fo it is, it is not. Was this taken By any understanding-pate but thine? For thy conceit is foaking, will draw in More than the common blocks; not noted, is't, Cam. Bufinefs, my Lord . I think, moft understand: Bohemia ftays here longer... Leo. Ha? Cam. Stays here longer.. Leo. Ay, but why? Cam. To fatisfy your Highnefs, and th' intreaties Of our most gracious miftrefs. Leo. Satisfy Th' entreaties of your mistress? fatisfy? Let that fuffice. I've trufted thee, Camillo, With all the things neareft my heart; as well Cam. Be it forbid, my Lord Leo. To bide upon't ;-Thou art not honeft; or,. If thou inclin'ft that way, thou art a coward; Which hoxes honesty behind, restraining From From courfe requir'd or else thou must be counted A fervant grafted in my ferious truft, And therein negligent; or elfe a fool, That feeft a game plaid home, the rich stake drawn,” And tak'ft it all for jeft. Cam. My gracious Lord, I may be negligent, foolish and fearful; (5) It was my folly; if industriously I play'd the fool, it was my negligence, Against the non-performance, 'twas a fear "Tis none of mine. Leo. Ha'not you seen, Camillo, (But that's paft doubt, you have; or your eye-glass, Is thicker than a cuckold's horn ;) or heard, (For a vifion fo apparent, rumour Cannot be mute;) or thought, (for cogitation (5) I may be negligent, foolish, and fearful;" In every one of these no man is free, But that his negligence, bis felly, fear, Among the infinite doings of the world Semetimes puts forth in your affairs, my Lord.] Moft accurate pointing this, and fine nonfenfe the refult of it! The old folio's first blunder'd thus, and Mr. Rowe by inadvertence (if he read the fheets at all,) overlook'd the fault. Mr. Pope, like a moft obfequicus editor, has taken the paffage on content, and purfued the track of ftupidity. I dare fay, every understanding reader will allow, my reformation of the pointing has entirely retriev'd the place from oburity, and reconcil'd it to the author's meaning. My My wife is flippery if thou wilt, confefs; (Or else be impudently negative, To have nor eyes, nor ears, nor thought,) then say, Leo. Is whispering nothing? Is leaning cheek to cheek? is meating nofes Cam, Good my Lord, be cur'd Of this difeas'd opinion, and betimes ;, Leo. Say it be, 'tis true. Cam. No, no, my Lord.. Leo. It is; you dye, you lye: I fay, thou lieft, Camillo, and I hate thee; Or elfe a hovering temporizer, that Canft with thine eyes at once fee good and evil, . The running of one glass. Cam. Who do's infect her? Leo. Why he, that wears her like his medal, hanging About About his neck; Bohemia,-who, if I Had fervants true about me, that bare eyes Which draught to me were cordial. Cam. Sir, my Lord, I could do this, and that with no rash potion, Leo. I'velov'd thee.-Make't thy question, and go rot: Do'ft think, I am fo muddy, fo unfettled, To appoint myfelf in this vexation? Sully (6) but I cannot Believe this crack to be in my dread mifirefs, So fovereignly being honourable. I have lov'd thee. - Leo. Make that thy question and go rot.] This paffage wants very Hittle weighing, to determine fafely upon it, that the laft hemiftich affign'd to Camillo, must have been mistakenly placed to him. It is a ftrange inftance of difrefpect and infolence in Camillo to his king and mafter, to tell him that he has once lov'd him.. But fenfe and reafon will eafily acquit our Poet from fuch an impropriety. I have ventur'd at a tranfpofition, which feems felf evident. Camillo will not be perfuaded into a fufpicion of the difloyalty imputed to his mif trefs. The King, who believes nothing but his jealoufy, provok'd that Camillo is fo obfinately diffident, finely ftarts into a rage and cries; I've low'd thee.- -Make't thy queftion, and go rot. i. c. I have tender'd thee well, Camillo, but I here cancel all former refpect at If thou any longer make a question of my wife's difloyalty; go from my prefence, and perdition overtake thee for thy flubbornness. Without once. |