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.
Cam. Who does infect her?
Leon. Why, he that wears her like [her 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,