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I saw him not these many years, and yet
I know 'tis he. We're held as out-laws. 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 ? some villain-mountaineer.
I've heard of such, What flave art thou ?

Guid. A thing
More slavish did I ne'er, than answering
A slave 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:

pot 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 bale, Know'st me not by my cloaths ?

Guid. No, nor thy tailor, ralcalz : Who is thy grandfather; he made those cloaths," Which, as it seems, make thee.

Clot. Thou precious varlet! My tailor made them not..

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

Clot. Thou injurious thief, -
Hear but my name, and iremblea

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

Guid. Cloten, then double villain be thy naipe, I cannot tremble at it; were it toad, adder, fpider 'Twould move me sooner.

Clot. To thy further fear,
Nay, to thy mere confufiun, thou shalt know..
Pm fon to ih' Queen.

Guid. I'm sorry for’t; not seeming.
So worthy as thy birth,

Clot. Art not afraid ?

Guid. Those that I rev'rence, those I fear, the At fools I laugh, not fear then.

[wile, Glot. Die the death !. When I have sain thee with my proper hand, I'll follow those that even now fled hence, And on the gates of Lud's town set your heads. Yield, rustic mountaineer. [Fight, and exeunts


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 favours Which then he wore; the snatches in his voice, And burst of speaking, were as his: Im absolute stay 'Twas very Cloten.

Arv. In this place we left them;
I wish my brother make good time witlu him,
You fay he is so fell

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

Enter Guiderius, with Cloten's head,
Guid. This Çloten was a fool; an empty pursey:
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'm perfect what; cut off one Cloten's Son to the Queen, after his own report; [head, Who call'd me traitor, mountaineer, and swove With his own single hand he'd take us in; Displace our heads, where, thanks ye Gods, they grow,

en 39 is And let them on Lud's town.

Bel. We're all undone !

Guid. Why, worthy father, what have we to lose But what he swore to take, our lives? The law Protects not us; then why should we be tender, To let an arrogant piece of fleth threat us, Play judge and executioner, all himself, For we do fear the law? What company Discover you abroad?

Bel. No single foul
Can we fet 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' freuzy,
Not absolute madneis, could so far have raid,
To bring him here alone, although, perhaps,
It may be heard at court, that fuch as we
Cave here, hunt heit, are out-laws, and in time
May make some stronger head: the which he hearing,
As it is like pim, might break out, and swear
He'd fetch us in ; yet is't not probable
To come alone, nor be so undertaking,
Nor they so suffering; then on good ground we fear,
If we do fear, this body halh a tail
More perilous than the head,

Arv. Let ordinance
Come, as the gods forelay it; howsoe'er,
My brother hath dope 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've ta'en ,
His head from him: I'll throw't into the creek
Behind our rock, and let it to the sea,
And tell the fisies he's the Queen's fon, Cloten,
That's all I reck.

[Exit. Bel. I fear 'twill be reveng'd. 'Would, Paladour, thou hadst not done 't! įhough Becomes thee well enough.

(valour - Arv. 'Would I had done 't, So the revenge alone purlu'd me! Paladour, I love thee brotherly, but envy much

Thou'st robb'd me of this deed; I would revenges, That pollible ftrength miglit meer, would ftek us And put us to our answer.

[thro', Bel Well, 'tis done : We'll hunt no more to-day, nor seek for danger Where there's no profit. I prythee, to our rock. You and Fidele play the cooks : I'll stay 'Till hasty Paladour return, and bring him To dinner presently.

Aru. Poor fick Fidele !
I'll willingly to him: to gain his colour,
I'd let a parish of such Clotens blood,
And praise myself for charity. -

Bei. O thou goddess,
Thou divine Nature, how thyself thou blazon'lt
In these two princely boys! they are as gentle
As zephyrs blowing below the violet,
Not wagging his sweet bead; and yet as rough,
Their royal blood enchaf'd, as the rudest wind,
That by the top doth take the mountain pine,
And make him stoop to th' vale. 'Tis wonderful
That an invisible * instinct should frame thein
To royalty unlearn’d, honour untaught,
Civility not seen from other, valour
That wildly grows in them, but yields a crop
As if it had been sow'd. Yet still. 'tis strange
What Cloten's being here to us portends,
Or what his death will bring us.

Re-enter Guiderius,
Guid. Where's my brother?
I have sent Cloten's clot-pole down the stream,
In embasly to his motber. His body's hostage
For his return.

[Solenia music.
Bel. My ingenious instrument!,
Hark, Paladour! it sounds : but what occasion
Hath Cadwal now to give it motion ? hark !

Guid. Is he at home ?
Bel. He went hence even now.
Guid. What does he mean? Since death of my

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It did not speak before. All folemn things
Should answer tmiemn accidents. The matter?-
Triumphs for nothing, and lamenting toys,
Is jollity for apes, and grief for boys,
Is-Cadwal mad?

Euter Arvirargus, with Imogen dead, bearing het is

his arms.
Bel. Look, here he comes !
And brings the dire occasion in his arms,
Of what ive blame him for.

Ard. The bird is dead
That we have made so much on! I had rather
Have skip'd from fixteen years of age to fixty,
And turn'd my leaping time into a crutch,
Tban have seen this.

Guid. Oh sweetest fairelt lily!
My brother wears thee not one half so well,
At when thou grew'lt thyself.

Del. O melancholy !
Who ever yet could found thy bottom? find
The ooze, to shew what coast thy fluggish crare
Might eas’liest harbour in ?-thou blessed thing!
Jove knows what man thou might's have made;

but ah ! Thou dy'dst, a most rare boy, of melancholy ! How found you him?

Arv. Stark, as you see, Thus smiling, as some fly had tickled Number, Not as Death's dart, being laugh'd at; his right Reposing on a cushion.

[cheek Guid. Where?

Aru. O'th' floor,
His arms thus leagu'd. I thought he slept, and put
My clouted brogues from off my feet, whose rudeness
Answer'd my steps too loud.

Guid. Why, be but sleeps;
If he be gone, he'll make his grave a bed;

Sluggilla crare. A crare is a small trading vessel, Reviji

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