Is goads, [thorns], [nettles], tails of [wasps];
Give scandal to the blood o' the prince my son,
Who I do think is mine and love as mine,
Without ripe moving [to't?] Would I do this?
Could [man] so blench?
Cam. I must believe you, sir:
I do; and will fetch off Bohemia for't;
Provided that, when he's removed, your highness
Will take again your queen as yours at first,
Even for your son's sake; and thereby [for sealing]