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Bel. Pray, be not sick,
For you must be our housewife.
Into. Well or ill,
I am bound to you,
Bel. And shall be ever.
[Exit Imogen. This youth, howe'er distress'd, appears he hath had Good ancestors.
Arv. How angel-like he sings.
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.
Arv. Nobly he yokes
A smiling with a sigh, as if the sigh
Gui. I do note.
That grief and patience, rooted in him both,
Arv. Grow, patience!
And let the stinking elder, grief, untwine
Bel. It is great morning. Come; away ! —- Who's there?
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
Gui. He is but one. You and my brother search What companies are near: pray you, away; Let me alone with him.
[Exeunt Belahius and Ahyibagus.
Clo. Soft! What are you
That fly me thus? some villain mountaineers?
Gui. A thing
More slavish did I ne'er, than answering
Clo. Thou art a robber,
A law-breaker, a villain. Yield thee, thief.
Gui. 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, Why I should yield to thee?
Clo. Thou villain base,
Know'st me not by my clothes?
Gui. No, nor thy tailor, rascal,
Who is thy grandfather: he made those clothes,
Clo. Thou precious varlet,
My tailor made them not.
Gui. Hence then, and thank
The man that gave them thee. Thou art some fool: I am loath to beat thee.
Clo. Thou injurious thief,
Hear but my name, and tremble.
Gui. What's thy name?
Clo. Cloten, thou villain.
Gui, Cloten, thou double villain, be thy name, I cannot tremble at it: were it toad, or adder, spider, 'Twould move me sooner.
Clo. To thy farther fear,
Nay, to thy mere confusion, thou shalt know
Gui. I am 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. Die the death.
When I have slain thee with my proper hand,
Enter Belauius and Aeviragus.
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:
I wish my brother make good time with him,
Bel. Being scarce made up,
I mean, to man, he had not apprehension
Enter Guideeitjs, 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;
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, With his own single hand he'd take us in, Displace our heads, where (thank the gods !) they
grow, And set 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 single soul
Can we set eye on, but in all safe reason
Or they so suffering: then, on good ground we
fear, If we do fear this body hath a tail More perilous than the head.
Arv. Let ord'nance
Come as the gods foresay it: howsoe'er,
Bel. I had no mind
To hunt this day: the boy Fidele's sickness
Gui. With his own sword,
Which he did wave against my throat, I have ta'en
Bel. I fear, 'twill be reveng'd.
Would, Polydore, thou had'st not done 't! though
valour Becomes thee well enough.
Arv. 'Would I had done 't,
So the revenge alone pursu'd me !— Polydore,
Bel. Well, 'tis done.
We'll hunt no more to-day, nor seek for danger
Arv. Poor sick Fidele!
I'll willingly to him: to gain his colour,