CAMILLO.
He would not stay at your petitions; made
His business more material.
LEONTES.
Didst perceive it?
[Aside.] They’re here with me already; whisp’ring, rounding,
“Sicilia is a so-forth.” ’Tis far gone
When I shall gust it last.—How came’t, Camillo,
That he did stay?
CAMILLO.
At the good queen’s entreaty.
LEONTES.
At the queen’s be’t: “good” should be pertinent,
But so it is, it is not. Was this taken
By any understanding pate but thine?
For thy conceit is soaking, will draw in
More than the common blocks. Not noted, is’t,
But of the finer natures? by some severals
Of head-piece extraordinary? lower messes
Perchance are to this business purblind? say.
CAMILLO.
Business, my lord? I think most understand
Bohemia stays here longer.
LEONTES.
Ha?
CAMILLO.
Stays here longer.
LEONTES.
Ay, but why?
CAMILLO.
To satisfy your highness, and the entreaties
Of our most gracious mistress.
LEONTES.
Satisfy?
Th’ entreaties of your mistress? Satisfy?
Let that suffice. I have trusted thee, Camillo,
With all the nearest things to my heart, as well
My chamber-counsels, wherein, priest-like, thou
Hast cleans’d my bosom; I from thee departed
Thy penitent reform’d. But we have been
Deceiv’d in thy integrity, deceiv’d
In that which seems so.