Since I can reason of it. Pray you, trust me here;
I'll rob none but myself; and let me die,

Stealing fo poorly.

GUI. I love thee; I have spoke it :

How much the quantity, the weight as much,
As I do love my father.

BEL. What? how? how?

ARV. If it be fin to fay fo, fir, I yoke me
In my good brother's fault: I know not why
I love this youth; and I have heard you say,
Love's reafon's without reafon; the bier at door,
And a demand who is't fhall die, I'd say,
My father, not this youth.

BEL. O noble strain !

O worthiness of nature! breed of greatness!
Cowards father cowards, and base things fire base:
Nature hath meal, and bran; contempt, and
I am not their father; yet who this fhould be,
Doth miracle itself, lov'd before me.-

'Tis the ninth hour o'the morn.

ARV. Brother, farewell.

IMO. I wish ye fport.

ARV. You health.-So please you, fir.

[Afide.

grace.

IMO. [Afide.] These are kind creatures. Gods, what lies I have heard!

Our courtiers fay, all's favage, but at court:
Experience, O, thou difprov'ft report!

The imperious feas breed monsters; for the dish,
Poor tributary rivers, as sweet fish.

I am fick ftill; heart-fick :-Pifanio,
I'll now taste of thy drug.

GUI. I could not ftir him:

He faid, he was gentle, but unfortunate;

Dishonestly afflicted, but yet honest.

ARV. Thus did he answer me: yet said, hereafter

I might know more.

BEL. To the field, to the field :

We'll leave you for this time; go in, and rest.
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 diftrefs'd, appears, he hath had
Good ancestors.

ARV. How angel-like he fings!

[ters;

GUI. But his neat cookery! He cut our roots in charac

And fauc'd our broths, as Juno had been sick,

And he her dieter.

ARV. Nobly he yokes

A smiling with a figh: as if the figh

Was that it was, for not being fuch a fmile

;

The fmile mocking the figh, that it would fly
From fo divine a temple, to commix

With winds that failors rail at.

GUI. I do note,

That grief and patience, rooted in him both,
Mingle their spurs together.

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
Cloten, the fon o'the queen. I fear some ambush.
I faw 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 fearch
What companies are near: pray you, away;
Let me alone with him.

[Exeunt BEL. and ARV.

CLO. Soft! What are you

That fly me thus ? fome villain mountaineers?
I have heard of fuch.-What flave art thou?

GUI. A thing

More flavish did I ne'er, than answering
A flave without a knock.

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

My dagger in my mouth. Say, what thou art;
Why I should yield to thee?

CLO. Thou villain base,

Know'ft me not by my clothes?

GUI. No, nor thy tailor, rascal,

Who is thy grandfather; he made those clothes,

Which, as it seems, make thee.

CLO. Thou precious varlet,

My tailor made them not.

GUI. Hence then, and thank

The man that gave them thee. Thou art fome fool; I am loath to beat thee.

CLO. Thou injurious thief,

Hear but my name, and tremble.

Hh iiij

GUI. 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, fpider, 'Twould move me fooner,

CLO. To thy further fear,

Nay, to thy mere confufion, thou fhalt know

I'm fon to the queen.

GUI. I'm forry for't; not seeming

So worthy as thy birth.

CLO. Art not afeard?

GUI. Those that I reverence, those I fear; the wife: At fools I laugh, not fear them.

CLO. 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, ruftick mountaineer.

[Exeunt, fighting.

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 thofe lines of favour Which then he wore; the fnatches in his voice, And burst of speaking, were as his: I am 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 the effect of judgement
Is oft the caufe of fear; But fee, 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.

BEL. What haft thou done?

GUI. I am 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,

Displace our heads, where (thank the gods!) they grow,
And fet them on Lud's town.

BEL. 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;
For we do fear the law? What company
Discover you abroad?

BEL. No fingle foul

Can we fet eye on, but, in all fafe reason,

He must have fome attendants. Though his humour
Was nothing but mutation; ay, and that

From one bad thing to worse; 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 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