So and no other, as yourself commanded:
Which not to have done I think had been in me
Both disobedience and ingratitude
To you and [toward] your [friend]; whose love had spoke,
[Even] since it could speak, from an infant, freely
That it was yours. Now, for conspiracy,
I know not how it tastes; though it be dish'd
For me to try how: all I know of it
Is that Camillo was an honest man;
And why he left your court, the gods themselves,