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Ifaw him not thefe 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 ? fome villain-mountaineer.

I've heard of fuch,

Guid. A thing

What flave art thou?

More flavish did I ne'er, than answering

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 cloaths?

Guid. No, nor thy tailor, rafcal,

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

Clot. Thou precious varler!

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 tremble.

Guid. What's thy name?

Clot, Cloten, thou villain.

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

Clot. To thy further fear,

Nay, to thy mere confufion, thou fhalt know.

Pm fon to th' Queen.

Guid. I'm forry for't; not feeming

So worthy as thy birth..

Clot. Art not afraid?

Guid. Thofe that I rev'rence, thofe I fear, the At fools I laugh,, not fear them.

Glot. Die the death!

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When I have flain thee with my proper hand,
I'll follow those that even now fled hence,

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

SCENE

[Fight, and exeunts

IV.

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'm abfolute, 'Twas very Cloten.

Arv. In this place we left them;

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

Bel. Being fcarce made up,

I mean, to man, he had not apprehenfion
Of roaring terrors; for th' effect of judgment
Is oft the cause of fear. But fee, thy brother.
Enter Guiderius, with Cloten's head.

Guid. This Cloten was a fool; an empty purfe, 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'm perfect what; cut off one Cloten's Son to the Queen, after his own report;

[head, Who call'd me traitor, mountaineer, and swore With his own fingle hand he'd take us in ;

Difplace our heads, where, thanks ye Gods, they

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Bel. We're all undone !

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

Bel. No fingle foul

Can we fet eye on; but, in all safe reason,
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,
It may be heard at court, that fuch as we
Cave here, hunt hert, are out-laws, and in time
May make fome ftronger head: the which he hearing,
As it is like him, might break out, and fwear
He'd fetch us in; yet is't not probable

To come alone, nor he fo undertaking,

Nor they fo fuffering; then on good ground we fear,
If we do fear, this body hath a tail
More perilous than the head;

Arv. Let ordinance

Come, as the gods forelay it; howfoe'er,
My brother hath done well.

Bel. I had no mind

To hunt this day; the boy Fidele's fickness
Did make my way long forth.

Guid. With his own fword,

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 fea,

And tell the fifles he's the Queen's fon, Cloten,
That's all I reck.

Bel. I fear 'twill be reveng❜d.

[Exit.

'Would, Paladour, thou hadst not done 't! though Becomes thee well enough.

Arv. Would I had done 't,

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So the revenge alone purfu'd me! Paladour,.
I love thee brotherly, but envy much

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Thou'ft robb'd me of this deed; I would revenges,
That poffible ftrength might meet, would feek us
And put us to our answer.

Bel Well, 'tis done :

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We'll hunt no more to-day, nor feek for danger
Where there's no profit. I pr'ythee, to our rock.
You and Fidele play the cooks: I'll stay

"Till hafty Paladour return, and bring him
To dinner presently.

Arv. Poor fick Fidele!

I'll willingly to him: to gain his colour,
I'd let a parish of fuch Clotens blood,

And praise myself for charity.

Bel. O thou goddess,

[Exit

Thou divine Nature, how thyself thou blazon'st
In thefe two princely boys! they are as gentle
As zephyrs blowing below the violet,

Not wagging his sweet head; and yet as rough,
Their royal blood enchaf'd, as the rudeft wind,
That by the top doth take the mountain pine,
And make him ftoop to th' vale. 'Tis wonderful
That an invisible * inftinct should frame them
To royalty unlearn'd, honour untaught,
Civility not feen from other, valour

That wildly grows in them, but yields a crop
As if it had been fow'd. Yet ftill 'tis ftrange
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 fent Cloten's clot-pole down the stream,
In embaffy to his mother. His body's hoftage
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For his return.

Bel. My ingenious inftrument!

Hark, Paladour! it founds: but what occafion
Hath Cadwal now to give it motion? hark!

Guid. Is he at home?

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Bel. He went hence even now.

Guid. What does he mean? Since death of my dear'ft inother,

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

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Enter Arvirargus, with Imogen dead, bearing her in his arms.

Bel. Look, here he comes!

And brings the dire occafion in his arms,
Of what we blame him for.

Arv. The bird is dead

That we have made fo much on! I had rather
Have skip'd from fixteen years of age to sixty,
And turn'd my leaping time into a crutch,
Than have feen this.

Guid. Oh fweetest fairest lily!

My brother wears thee not one half so well,
A when thou grew'ft thyfelf.

Bel. O melancholy!

Who ever yet could found thy bottom? find
The ooze, to fhew what coast thy fluggish crare
Might eas'lieft harbour in ?-thou blessed thing!
Jove knows what man thou might'st have made;
but ah!

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

Arv. Stark, as you fee,

Thus fmiling, as fome fly had tickled slumber,

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His arms thus leagu'd. I thought he flept, and put My clouted brogues from off my feet, whofe rudeness Anfwer'd my fteps too loud.

Guid. Why, he but fleeps;

If he be gone, he'll make his grave a bed;

Sluggish crare. A crare is a small trading vessel. Reviss

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