_Cam._ I must believe you, sir: I do; and will fetch off Bohemia for't; Provided that, when he's removed, your highness 335 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. _Leon._ Thou dost advise me Even so as I mine own course have set down: 340 I'll give no blemish to her honour, none. _Cam._ My lord, Go then; and with a countenance as clear As friendship wears at feasts, keep with Bohemia And with your queen. I am his cup-bearer: 345 If from me he have wholesome beverage, Account me not your servant. _Leon._ This is all: Do't and thou hast the one half of my heart; Do't not, thou splitt'st thine own. _Cam._ I'll do't, my lord. _Leon._ I will seem friendly, as thou hast advised me. 350 [_Exit._ _Cam._ O miserable lady! But, for me, What case stand I in? I must be the poisoner Of good Polixenes: and my ground to do't Is the obedience to a master, one Who, in rebellion with himself, will have 355 All that are his so too. To do this deed, Promotion follows. If I could find example Of thousands that had struck anointed kings And flourish'd after, I'ld not do't; but since Nor brass nor stone nor parchment bears not one, 360 Let villany itself forswear't. I must Forsake the court: to do't, or no, is certain To me a break-neck. Happy star reign now! Here comes Bohemia. _Re-enter_ POLIXENES. _Pol._ This is strange: methinks My favour here begins to warp. Not speak? 365 Good day, Camillo. _Cam._ Hail, most royal sir! _Pol._ What is the news i' the court? _Cam._ None rare, my lord. _Pol._ The king hath on him such a countenance As he had lost some province and a region Loved as he loves himself: even now I met him 370 With customary compliment; when he, Wafting his eyes to the 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 _Cam._ I dare not know, my lord.