Cloten, the son o' the queen. I fear some ambush. I know 'tis he:-We are held as outlaws:-Hence. [Exeunt BEL. and ARV. Soft! What are you Clo. Gui. More slavish did I ne'er, than answering Clo. A thing 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, No, nor thy tailor, rascal, Thou precious varlet, Hence then, and thank Who is thy grandfather; he made those clothes, Clo. My tailor made them not. Gui. The man that gave them thee. Thou art some fool; 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. To thy further fear, I'm sorry for 't; not seeming So worthy as thy birth. Clo. Art not afeard? Gui. Those that I reverence, those I fear; the wise: At fools I laugh, not fear them. Clo. [Exeunt, fighting. 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. Arv. In this place we left them: Bel. Re-enter GUIDERIUS, with CLOTEN'S Head. Could have knock'd out his brains, for he had none: My head, as I do his. Bel. What hast 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 swore, Displace our heads, where (thank the gods!) they grow, Bel. We are all undone. Gui. Why, worthy father, what have we to lose, But, that he swore, to take our lives? The law Can we set eye on, but, in all safe reason, He must have some attendants. Though his humour From one bad thing to worse; not frenzy, not To come alone, either he so undertaking, Or they so suffering: then on good ground we fear, More perilous than the head. Arv. Let ordinance Come as the gods foresay it: howsoe'er, Bel. I had no mind To hunt this day: the boy Fidele's sickness Did make my way long forth. Gui. With his own sword, Which he did wave against my throat, I have ta’en And tell the fishes, he's the queen's son, Cloten: Bel. I fear, 'twill be reveng'd: [Exit. 'Would, Polydore, thou had'st not done 't! though valour Becomes thee well enough. 'Would I had done 't, Arv. Thou hast robb'd me of this deed: I would, revenges, That possible strength might meet, would seek us through, And put us to our answer. Bel. Till hasty Polydore return, and bring him Arv. Poor sick Fidele! I'll willingly to him: To gain his colour, Bel. Not wagging his sweet head; and yet as rough, That wildly grows in them, but yields a crop Gui. [Exit. Where's my brother? I have sent Cloten's clotpoll down the stream, [Solemn Musick. Bel. Bel. He went hence even now. Gui. What does he mean? since death of my dear'st mother It did not speak before. All solemn things Is Cadwal mad? Re-enter ARVIRAGUS, bearing IMOGEN as dead, Bel. Look, here he comes, And brings the dire occasion in his arms, The bird is dead, Arv. Gui. O sweetest, fairest lily! My brother wears thee not the one half so well, As when thou grew'st thyself. Bel. O, melancholy! Who ever yet could sound thy bottom? find The ooze, to show what coast thy sluggish crare How found you him? Arv. Stark, as you see: Thus smiling, as some fly had tickled slumber, Not as death's dart, being laugh'd at: his right cheek Reposing on a cushion. Gui. Arv. Where? O' the floor; His arms thus leagu'd: I thought, he slept; and put My clouted brogues from off my feet, whose rudeness Answer'd my steps too loud. Gui. Why, he but sleeps: If he be gone, he 'll make his grave a bed; Arv. With fairest flowers, Whilst summer lasts, and I live here, Fidele, |