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Arv. Thus did he answer me: yet faid, hereafter

I might know more.

Bel. To the field, to the field :

We'll leave you for this time; go in, and rest.

For

Arv. We'll not be long away.

Bel. Pray, be not fick,

you must be our housewife.

Imo. Well, or ill,

I am bound to you.

Bel. And fhalt be ever.

[Exit Imogen.

This youth, howe'er diftrefs'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 fmiling with a figh: as if the figh

Was that it was, for not being fuch a smile

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The fmile mocking the figh, that it would fly
From fo 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 'fpurs together.

Arv. Grow, patience!

And let the ftinking elder, grief, ' untwine
His perifhing root, with the increafing vine!
Bel. It is great morning. Come; away.

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untwine]-from thy increafing vine-entwine his root with the vine, (patience) fo long as grief may laft; but let his baleful root perish, in the fame proportion as thine encreases.

It is great morning.]-The morning's far advanced.

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Enter

Enter Cloten.

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

Bel. Thofe runagates!

Means he not us? I partly know him; 'tis
Cloten, the fon o' the queen. I fear fome ambush.
I faw him not thefe many years, and yet

I know 'tis he:-We are held as outlaws:-Hence..
Guid. He is but one: You and my brother fearch
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? fome villain mountaineers?

I have heard of fuch.-What flave art thou?

Guid. A thing

More flavish did I ne'er, than answering

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A flave 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 fhould yield to thee?

Clot. Thou villain bafe,

Know'ft me not by my clothes?

Guid. No, nor thy taylor, rascal,

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Who is thy grandfather; he made those clothes,
Which, as it feems, make thee.

Clot. Thou precious varlet,

My taylor made them not.

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A flave]-Such abufive language otherwife than by a blow.
Tby grandfather;]" Whole mother was her painting." A& III.

Imo.

Guid. Hence then, and thank

The man that gave them thee. Thou art fome 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 fooner.

Clot. To thy further fear,

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Nay, to thy mere confufion, thou shalt know

I am fon to the queen.

Guid. I am forry for't; not feeming

So worthy as thy birth.

Clot. Art not afeard?

Guid. Those that I reverence, those I fear; the wife:

At fools I laugh, not fear them.

Clot. Die the death:

When I have flain thee with my proper hand,

I'll follow thofe that even, now fled hence,

And on the gates of Lud's town fet your
Yield, ruftic mountaineer.

heads:

[Fight, and exeunt.

Enter Belarius, and Arviragus.

Bel. No company's abroad.

Arv. None in the world: You did mistake him, fure. Bel. I cannot tell: Long is it fince I faw him, But time hath nothing blurr'd those lines of favour Which then he wore; the fnatches in his voice, And burst of speaking, were as his: I am abfolute, 'Twas very Cloten.

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Arv.

Arv. In this place we left them :

I wish my brother make good time with him,
You fay he is fo fell.

Bel. Being scarce made up,

I mean, to man, he had not apprehenfion

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Of roaring terrors: For the effect of judgment
Is oft the caufe of fear,-But fee, thy brother.

Re-enter Guiderius, with Cloten's head.

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 haft thou done?

Guid. I am 2 perfect, what: cut off one Cloten's head, Son to the queen, after his own report;

Who call'd me traitor, mountaineer; and fwore,

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With his own fingle hand he'd take us in,

Difplace our heads, where, thank the gods, they grow, And fet them on Lud's town.

Bel. We are all undone.

Guid. Why, worthy father, what have we to lose, But, that he fwore to take, our lives? The law Protects not us; Then why fhould we

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be 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?

* make good time with him,]-fucceed, come off with safety in this

encounter.

For the effect of judgment is oft the cause of fear,]-Apprehenfions of fear naturally refult from a judgment in weighing danger-defe& of judgment is oft the cure of fear. 2 perfect,]-well apprized. bte tender,]-endure patiently.

2 take us in,]-apprehend us.
For we do fear the law?]-Because forfooth we fear the law?

Bel,

Bel. No fingle foul

Can we fet eye on, but, in all safe reason,

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He must have fome attendants. Though his humour
Was nothing but mutation; ay, and that
From one bad thing to worfe; not frenzy, not
Abfolute madness could fo far have rav'd,

To bring him here alone: Although, perhaps,
be heard at court, that fuch as we

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may

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 fo undertaking,

Or they fo fuffering: then on good ground we fear,
If we do fear this body hath a tail

More perilous than the head.

Aru. Let ordinance

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Come as the gods forefay it: howfoe'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 fword,

Which he did wave against my throat, I have ta'en
His head from him: I'll throw it into the creek

Behind our rock; and let it to the fea,

And tell the fishes, he's the queen's fon, Cloten:

That's all I reck.

Bel. I fear, 'twill be reveng'd:

[Exit.

'Would, Polydore, thou had'st not done't! though valour Becomes thee well enough.

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Let ordinance]-The will of the gods be done.

• Did make my way long forth.]-Made me leave home with re luctances

Aro.

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