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Nay, to thy meer confusion, thou shalt know
Guid. I'm sorry for’t; not seeming
Clot. Art not afraid?
Guid.' Those that I rev’rence, those I fear; the wise: ' At fools I laugh, not fear them.
Clot. Die the death:
[Fight and Exeunt.
Enter Bellarius and Arviragus.
Bel. I cannot tell: long is it since I saw him,
Arv. In this place we left them;
Bel. Being scarce made up,
Guid. This Cloten was a fool, an empty parse,
There was no mony in't; not Hercules
Bel. What halt thou done ?
Guid. I'm perfect what; cut off one Cloten's head, Son to the queen, after his own report, Who calld 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 toyo.
Bel. We're all undone!
Guid. Why, worthy father, what have we to lose,
abroad? Bel. No single fout Can we ser eye on; but in all safe reason He must have some attendants. Though his honour Was nothing but mutation, ay and that From one bad thing to worse; yet not his frenzy, Not absolute madness, could so far have ravid, To bring him here alone; although perhaps It may be heard at court, that such as we Cave here, haunt here, are out-laws, 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 To come alone, nor he so undertaking, Nor they so suffering; then on good ground we fear,
If we do fear this body hath a tail
Arv. Let ordinance
Bel. I had no mind
Guid. With his own sword,
Bel. I fear 'twill be revengd:
Arv. Would I had done't,
Bel. Well, 'tis done:
Arv. Poor fick Fidele !
Bel. O thou goddess, Thou divine nature! how thy self thou blazon'st * In these two princely boys? they are as gentle
As Zephyrs blowing below the violet,
As if it had been fowd. Yet still it's strange
Guid. Is he at home?
Guid. What does he mean? Since death of my dear mother
Bel. Look, here he comes !
Arv, " The bird is dead
age, to sixty; • And turn’d my leaping time into a crutch, · Than have seen this.
Guid. “ Oh sweetest, fairest lilly!
My brother wears thee not one half so well, • As when thou grewst thy self.
Bel. · Oh melancholy!
Might eas’liest harbour in ? ---- -thou blessed thing!
Thou dy’dít, a most rare boy, of melancholy! • How found you him?
Arv. “ Stark, as you see: · Thus siniliog, as some fly had tickled slumber, 'Not as death’s dart being laugh'd at: his right cheek Reposing on a cushion. Guid. ( Where?
Arv. ' O'th'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. Guid.Why, he but sleeps ;