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Arv. Thus did he answer me: yet said, hereafter
I might know more.

Bel. To the field, to the field :-
We'll leave you for this time ; go in, and rest.

Aru. We'll not be long away.

Bel. Pray, be not fick, For you

must be our housewife. Imo. Well, or ill, I am bound to you.

[Exit Imogen. Bel. And shalt be ever. This youth, howe'er distress’d, appears, he hath had Good ancestors.

Arv. How angel-like he fings !

Guid. But his neat cookery!
He cut our roots in characters;
And fauc'd our broths, as Juno had been fick,
And he her dieter,

Arv. Nobly he yokes
A smiling with a figh: as if the figh
Was that it was, for not being such a smile ;
The smile mocking the sigh, that it would fly
From so divine a temple, to commix
With winds that failors rail at.

Guid. I do note,
That grief and patience, rooted in him both,
Mingle their ' spurs together.

Arv. Grow, patience!
And let the stinking elder, grief, 'untwine
His perishing root, with the increasing vine !
Bel. 'It is greaç morning. Come; away. Who's

there? 'Spurs)-fibres. - unt wine) - from tby increasing vine-entwine his root with the vine, (patience) lo long as grief may laft; but let his baleful root perish, in the same proportion as thine encreases. " It is greai worning.)-The morning's far advanced.


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Clot. I cannot find those runagates; that villain
Hath mock'd me: I am faint.

Bel. Those runagates !
Means he not us? I partly know him ; 'tis
Cloten, the son o' the queen. I fear some ambush.
I saw him not these many years, and yet
I know 'tis he:-We are held as outlaws:--Hence.

Guid. He is but one: You and my brother search
What companies are near : pray you, away ;
Let me alone with him. (Exeunt Belarius, and Arviragus.

Clot. Soft! What are you
That fly me thus ? some villain mountaineers ?
I have heard of such.-What Nave art thou?

Guid. A thing
More Navish did I ne'er, than answering
"A have without a knock.

Clot. Thou art a robber,
A law-breaker, a villain : Yield thee, thief.

Guid. To whom? to thee? What art thou? Have not I
An arm as big as thine ? a heart as big?
Thy words, I grant, are bigger; for I wear not
My dagger in my mouth. Say, what thou art;
Why I should yield to thee?

Clot. Thou villain base,
Know'st me not by my clothes ?

Guid. No, nor thy taylor, rascal,
Who is "thy grandfather ; he made those clothes,
Which, as it seems, make thee.

Clot. Thou precious varlet,
My taylor made them not.
"A fiave)-Such abusive language otherwise than by a blow.

I by grandfarber ;]" Whose motber was her painting.” Aa III, 4• Imo,


Guid. Hence then, and thank
The man that gave them thee. Thou art some fool;
I am loth to beat thee.

Clot. Thou injurious thief,
Hear but my name, and tremble.

Guid. What's thy name?
Clot. Cloten, thou villain.

Guid. Cloten, thou double villain, be thy name, I cannot tremble at it; were it toad, adder, spider, 'Twould move me sooner.

Clot. To thy further fear,
Nay, to thy W mere confusion, thou shalt know
I am son to the queen.

Guid. I am sorry for’t; not seeming
So worthy as thy birth.

Clot. Art not afeard ?

Guid. Those that I reverence, those I fear; the wise: At fools I laugh, not fear them.

Clot. Die the death :
When I have Nain thee with my proper hand,
I'll follow those that even, now Aed hence,
And on the gates of Lud's town set your

heads : Yield, ruftic mountaineer.

[Fight, and exeunt.

Enter Belarius, and Arviragus.

Bel. No company's abroad.
Arv. None in the world : You did mistake him, sure:

Bel. I cannot tell : Long is it since I saw him,
But time hath nothing blurr'd those lines of favour
Which then he wore; the snatches in his voice,
And burst of speaking, were as his : I am absolute,
'Twas very Cloten.

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Arv. In this place we left them :
I wish my brother * make good time with him,
You say he is so fell.

Bel. Being scarce made up,
I mean, to man, he had not apprehension
Of roaring terrors: For the effect of judgment
Is oft the cause of fear,--But see, 'thy brother.

Re-enter Guiderius, with Cloten's bead.
Guid. This Cloten was a fool; an empty purse,
There was no money in't : not Hercules
Could have knock'd out his brains, for he had none :
Yet I not doing this, the fool had borne
My head, as I do his.

Bel. What hast thou done?

Guid. I am ? perfect, what: cut off one Cloten's head, Son to the queen, after his own report; Who call'd me traitor, mountaineer; and swore, With his own single hand he'd take us in, Displace our heads, where, thank the gods, they grow, And set them on Lud's town.

Bel. We are all undone.

Guid. Why, worthy father, what have we to lose,
But, that he swore to take, our lives? The law
Protects not us; Then why should we bbe tender,
To let an arrogant piece of flesh threat us?
Play judge, and executioner, all himself?

For we do fear the law ? What company
Discover you abroad.?

I make good time with bim,]-succeed, come off with safety in this


y For the effect of judgment is off the cause of fear, ]—Apprehenfions of fear naturally result from a judgment in weighing danger-aefe& of judgment is oft obe cure of fear. z perfect, ]-well apprized.

a take us in,]-apprehend us. b te tender,]-endure patiently. c For we do fear tbe law.?]~Because forsooth we fear the law ?


Bel. No single soul
Can we set eye on, but, in all safe reason,
He must have some attendants. Though his humour
Was nothing but mutation ; ay, and that
From one bad thing to worse ; not frenzy, not
Absolute madness could so far have rav'd,
To bring him here alone : Although, perhaps,
It may be heard at court, that such as we
Cave here, hunt here, are out-laws, and in time
May make some stronger head; the which he hearing,
(As it is like him) might break out, and swear
He'd fetch us in ; yet is’t not probable
To come alone, either he so undertaking,
Or they so suffering: then on good ground we fear,
If we do fear this body hach a tail
More perilous than the head.

Arv. Let ordinance
Come as the gods foresay it : howsoe'er,
My brother hath done well.

Bel. I had no mind
To hunt this day : the boy Fidele's sickness
Did make my way long forth.

Guid. With his own sword,
Which he did wave against my throat, I have ta'en
His head from him : l’ll throw it into the creek
Behind our rock; and let it to the sea,
And tell the fishes, he's the queen's son, Cloten :
That's all I reck.

[Exit. Bel. I fear, 'will be reveng'd: 'Would, Polydore, thou had'st not done't! though valour Becomes thee well enough. & bonour.

e a tail]-attendants on it. * Let ordinance]The will of the gods be done. Did make my way long fortb.]-Made me leave home with rez lactances


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