Page 759 - Shakespeare - Vol. 4

Good day, Camillo.

CAMILLO
Hail, most royal sir!

POLIXENES
What is the news i’ th’ court?

CAMILLO
None rare, my lord.

POLIXENES
The king hath on him such a countenance
As he had lost some province, and a region

Lov’d as he loves himself: even now I met him [370]
With customary compliment, when he,
Wafting his eyes to th’ contrary, and falling
A lip of much contempt, speeds from me, and

So leaves me, to consider what is breeding
That changes thus his manners. [375]

CAMILLO
I dare not know, my lord.

POLIXENES
How, dare not? do not? Do you know, and dare not?
Be intelligent to me: ’tis thereabouts:

For, to yourself, what you do know, you must,
And cannot say you dare not. Good Camillo, [380]
Your chang’d complexions are to me a mirror
Which shows me mine chang’d too; for I must be

A party in this alteration, finding
Myself thus alter’d with ’t.

CAMILLO
There is a sickness
Which puts some of us in distemper, but [385]