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Aro. We'll not be long away.
Pray, be not sick, For you
must be our housewife. Imo.
Well, or ill,
I am bound to you.
And so shalt be ever.
[Exit IMOGEN. This youth, howe'er distress'd, appears, he hath had Good ancestors. Aru.
How angel-like he sings !
Gui. But his neat cookery! He cut our roots in
And sauc'd our broths, as Juno had been sick,
And he herdieter.
Nobly he yokes
A smiling with a sigh : as if the sigh
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 sailors rail at.
That grief and patience, rooted in him both,
Mingle their spurs' together.
And let the stinking elder, grief, untwine
His perishing root, with the increasing vine !
Bel. It is great morning. Come; away. Who's
Clo. I cannot find those runagates ; that villain
Spurs are the roots of trees.
Hath mock'd me :-I am faint.
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,
Gui. 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. Clo.
Soft! What are you
That fly me thus ? some villain mountaineers ?
I have heard of such.-What slave art thou ?
More slavish did I ne'er, than answering
A slave, without a knock.
Thou art a robber,
A law-breaker, a villain : Yield thee, thief.
Gui. To who? to thee? What art thou ? Have
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?
Thou villain base,
Know'st me not by my
No, nor thy tailor, rascal,
Who is thy grandfather ; he made those clothes,
Which, as it seems, make thee,
Thou precious varlet,
My tailor made them not,
Hence then, and thank
The man that gave them thee: Thou art some fool;
I am loath to beat thee.
Thou injurivus thief,
Hear but my name, and tremble
What's thy name?
Clo. Cloten, thou villain."
Gui. Cloten, thou double villain, be thy name,
I cannot tremble at it; were't toad, or adder, spider,
'Twould move me sooner.
To thy further fear,
Nay, to thy mere confusion, thou shalt know
I'm son to the queen.
I'm sorry for't; not seeming
So worthy as thy birth.
Art not afeard ?
Gui. Those that I reverence, those I fear; the
At fools I laugh, not fear them.
Die the death :
When I have slain 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, rustick mountaineer. [Exeunt, fighting.
Enter BELARIUS and ARVIRAGUS.
Bel. No company's abroad.
Aro. 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 favoura Which then he wore; the snatches in his voice,
And burst of speaking, were as his: I am absolute,
Twas very Cloten.
In this place we left them :
I wish my brother make good time with him,
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 Head.
Gui. 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.
What hast thou done?
Gui. I am perfect,3 what: cut off one Cloten's
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, 4
Displace our heads, where thank the gods !) they
And set them on Lud's town.
We are all undone.
Gui. 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 be tender,
To let an arrogant piece of flesh threat us ;
Play judge, and executioner, all himself;
3 I am well-informed what.
Fors we do fear the law? What company
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; 6 ay, and that From one bad thing to worse ; not frenzy, not Absolute madness could so far have ray'd, To bring him here alone: Although, perhaps, It may
be heard at court, that such as we
Cave here, hunt here, are outlaws, 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 hath a tail
More perilous than the head.
Come as the gods foresay it: howsoe'er,
My brother hath done well.
I had no mind
To hunt this day : the bɔy Fidele's sickness
Did make my way long forth.?
With his own sword,
Which he did wave against my throat, I have ta’en
His head from him : I'U throw't 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.8
s For, for because. • Change, alteration. 7 Did make my walk tedious.