And a demand who is't shall die, I'd say, Bel. O noble strain! [Aside. O worthiness of nature! breed of greatness! Cowards father cowards, and base things sire base: Nature hath meal, and bran; contempt, and grace. I am not their father; yet who this should be, Doth miracle itself, lov'd before me. 'Tis the ninth hour o'the morn. Arv. Imo. I wish ye sport. Arv. Brother, farewell. You health. So please you, sir. Imo. [Aside.] These are kind creatures. Gods, what lies I have heard! Our courtiers say, all's savage, but at court: The imperious seas breed monsters; for the dish, I am sick still; heart-sick:-Pisanio, Gui. I could not stir him: He said, he was gentlet, but unfortunate; Dishonestly afflicted, but yet honest. Aro. Thus did he answer me: yet said, hereafter I might know more. Bel. We'll leave you for this time; go in, and rest. Bel. For you must be our housewife. Imo. I am bound to you. Bel. To the field, to the field: Pray, be not sick, Well, or ill, And so shalt be ever. [Exit Imogen. This youth, howe'er distress'd, appears, he hath had Good ancestors. Arv. How angel-like he sings! • Imperial. ↑ Well-born. Gui. But his neat cookery! He cut our roots in characters; And sauc'd our broths, as Juno had been sick, And he her dieter. Aro. Nobly he yokes A smiling with a sigh: as if the sigh Was that it was, for not being such a smile; With winds that sailors rail at. Gui. I do note, That grief and patience, rooted in him both, Arv. Grow, patience! And let the stinking elder, grief, untwine His perishing root, with the increasing vine! Bel. It is great morning. Come; away.-Who's there? Enter Cloten. Clo. I cannot find those runagates; that villain Hath mock'd me:-I am faint. Bel. Those runagates! Means he not us? I partly know him; 'tis I know 'tis he:-We are held as outlaws:-Hence. Clo. [Exeunt Belarius and Arviragus. That fly me thus? some villain mountaineers? Gui. More slavish did I ne'er, than answering A slave, without a knock. • Spurs are the roots of trees. A thing Clo. Thou art a robber, A law-breaker, a villain: Yield thee, thief. Gui. To who? 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 Clo. Know'st me not by my clothes? Gui. Thou villain base, Who is thy grandfather; he made those clothes, Clo. My tailor made them not. Gui. No, nor thy tailor, rascal, Thou precious varlet, Hence then, and thank The man that gave them thee. Thou art some fool; I am loath to beat thee. Clo. Thou injurious thief, What's thy name? Hear but my name, and tremble. Gui. 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. Clo. Nay, to thy mere confusion, thou shalt know I'm son to the queen. Gui. So worthy as thy birth. Clo. To thy further fear, I'm sorry for't; not seeming Art not afeard? Gui. Those that I reverence, those I fear; the wise: At fools I laugh, not fear them. Clo. Die the death: When I have slain thee with my proper hand, And on the gates of Lud's town set your heads; 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 favour Which then he wore; the snatches in his voice, And burst of speaking, were as his: I am absolute, 'Twas very Cloten. Aro. In this place we left them: I wish my brother make good time with him, You say he is so fell. Bel. Being scarce made up, Of roaring terrors: for the effect of judgement Re-enter Guiderius, with Cloten's head. Gut. 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 hast thou done? Gui. I am perfectt, what: cut off one Cloten's head, Son to the queen, after his own report; Who call'd me traitor, mountaineer; and swore, Displace our heads, where (thank the gods!) they 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; For we do fear the law? What company Discover you abroad? Bel. No single soul Can we set eye on, but, in all safe reason, He must have some attendants. Though his humour 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. To hunt this day: the boy Fidele's sickness With his own sword, Gui. And tell the fishes, he's the queen's son, Cloten : Bel. For, because. I fear, 'twill be reveng'd: Change, alteration. Did make my walk tedious. [Exit. |