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their meeting place, and the fellow dares not deceive me.
[Exit. S C E N E II.
Changes to the Front of the Cave.
from the Cave.
We'll come l' you after hunting.
[To Imogen. Are we not brothers?
Imo. So man and man should be ;
Guid. Go you to hunting, I'll abide with him.
Imo. So sick I am not, yet I am not well ; But not so citizen a wanton, as To seem to die, ere fick : fo please you, leave me; Stick to your journal course; the breach of custom Is breach of all. I'm ill, but your being by me Cannot amend me. Society is no comfort To one nọt sociable: I'm not very fick, Since I can reason of it. Pray you trust me here, I'll rob none but myself; and let me die, Stealing so poorly.
Guid. 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 sin to say so, Sir, I yoke me
BelO noble strain !
worthiness of nature, breed of greatness! Cowards father cowards, and base things fire the base : Nature hath meal and bran; contempt and grace. I'm not their father ; yet who this should be, Doth miracle itself, lov'd before me! 'Tis the ninth hour o'th' morn.
Arv. Brother, farewel.
I've heard !
Guid. I could not ftir him;
honest. Arv. Thus did he answer me; yet said, hereafter I might know more.
Bel. To th' field, to th' field:
Arv. We'll not be long away.
Bel. Pray, be not sick,
Imo. Well or ill,
Bel. And shall be ever.
Arv. How angel-like he sings!
Arv. He cut our roots in characters;
Arv. Nobly he yokes
Guid. I do note,
Arv. Grow, Patience ! And let the stinking Elder, Grief, untwine His perishing root, with the encreasing vine ! Bel. It is great morning. Come, away: who's
Bel. Those runagates!
Guid. He is but one; you and my brother search
[Exeunt Belarius and Arviragus.
Guid. A thing
2 Mingle their spurs together.] Spurs, an old word for the fibres of a tree.
Clot. Thou art a robber,
Guid. To whom? to thee? what art thou? have
An arm as big as thine ? a heart as big ?
Clot. Thou villain base,
Guid. No, nor thy tailor, rascal,
Clot. Thou precious varlet !
Guid. Hence then, and thank
Clot. Thou injurious thief,
Guid. What's thy name?
Guid. Cloten, then, double villain, be thy name, I cannot tremble at it; were it toad, adder, spider, 'Twould move me sooner.
Clot. To thy further fear,
Guid. I'm sorry for't; not seeming
Clot. Art not afraid ?
Clot. Die the death !
And on the gates of Lud's town set
your heads ; Yield, rustick mountaineer. [Fight, and Exeunt.
SC EN N E IV.
Enter Belarius and Arviragus.
Bel. No company's abroad.
Bel. I cannot tell: long is it since I saw him,
Arv. In this place we left them;
Bel. Being scarce made up,
Enter Guiderius, with Cloten's Head.
Bel. What hast 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 swore With his own single hand he'd take us in ; Displace our heads, where, thanks to th' Gods, they
grow, And set them on Lud's town.
[(a) is oft the cure of fear. Oxford Editor, VulgIs off the cause of fear.)