O worthiness of nature, breed of greatness! a Arv. Brother, farewel. Imo. I wish ye fport. Arv. Your health-fo please you, Sir. Imo. These are kind creatures. Gods, what lies I've heard! Our Courtiers fay, all's favage, but at Court:b I am fick ftill, heart-fick I'll now tafte of thy drug. Guid. I could not ftir him; Pifanio, [Drinks out of the vial. He said that he was gentle, but unfortunate; Arv. Thus did he answer me; yet faid, hereafter I might know more. Bel. To th' field, to th' field! We'll leave you for this time; go in, and reft. Arv. 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. Bel. 'And fo fhalt be ever. [Exit Imogen. This youth, howe'er distress'd, appears to have had Good ancestors. Arv. How angel-like he fings! Guid. But his neat cookery! Arv. He cut our roots in characters, (a) breed of greatnefs! M 4 Cowards father cowards, and base things fire the base: (b) but at Court: Experience, oh how thou disprov'st report. Th' imperious feas breed monsters; for the dish, I am fick ftill, &.. 5 And fhalt And And fauc'd our broth, as Juno had been sick, And he her dieter. Arv. Nobly he yokes A fmiling with a figh. a Guid. Yes, I do note, That grief and patience rooted in him both, Arv. Grow, patience! And let the stinking elder, grief, untwine Come away who's there? 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 I know 'tis he: we are 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 Bellarius and Arviragus. Clot. Soft! what are you That fly me thus? fome villain-mountaineers 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 Clot. Thou villain base, Guid. No, nor thy tailor, Who is thy grandfather; he made thofe cloaths, Clot. Thou precious varlet! My tailor made them not. Guid. Hence then, and thank The man that gave them thee. Thou art fome fool, 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, or spider, it would move me fooner. Nay, to thy meer confufion, thou shalt know I'm 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, 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 heads; Yield, mountaineer. [Fight and Exeunt. SCENE 8 Adder, fpider, 9 To thy 1 Yield, ruftick mountaineer. Enter Bellarius 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 thofe 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, Bel. Being scarce made up, I mean, to man, he had not apprehenfion Enter Guiderius, with Cloten's head. Guid. This Cloten was a fool, an empty purse, There was no mony in't; not Hercules Could have knock'd out his brains, for he had none: Yet I not doing this, the fool had born My head, as I do his. Bel. What haft thou done? Guid. I'm perfect what; cut off one Cloten's head, Son to the Queen, after his own report, Who call'd me traitor, mountaineer, and fwore With his own fingle hand he'd take us in, Difplace our heads, where, thanks to th' Gods, they grow, And fet them on Lud's town. 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? 2 roaring 3 caufe ... old edit, Warb. emend. Play Play judge, and executioner, all himself? For we do fear no law. Discover you abroad? Bel. No fingle foul What company Can we fet eye on; but in all fafe reafon Though his 'humour Was nothing but mutation, ay and that From one bad thing to worfe; yet not his frenzy, 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 forefay it: how foe'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've ta'en 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, Paladour, thou hadst not done't! though valour Becomes thee well enough. Arv. Would I had done't, So the revenge alone purfu'd me! Paladour, I love thee brotherly, but envy much 4 honour... old edit. Theob, emend. Thou'st |