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The smile mocking the sigh, that it would fly
I do note,
brother search What companies are near : pray you, away; Let me alone with him.
[Exeunt BELARIUS and ARVIRAGUS. Clo.
Soft! What are you That fly me thus ? some villain mountaineers ? I have heard of such. What slave art thou ? Gui.
A thing More slavish did I ne'er, than answering A slave 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
1 Mingle their spurs together.) Spurs are the longest and largest leading roots of trees.
8 It is great morning.] A Gallicism. Grand jour.
An arm as big as thine ? a heart as big ?
Thou villain base,
No, nor thy tailor, rascal,
Thou precious varlet, My tailor made them not. Gui.
Hence then, and thank The man that
them thee. Thou art some fool;
Thou injurious thief,
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, spider, 'Twould move me sooner. Clo.
To thy further fear, Nay, to thy mere confusion, thou shalt know I'm son to the
I'm sorry for't; not seeming
Art not afeard ?
Die the death :
heads : Yield, rustick mountaineer. 9 [Exeunt, fighting
9 Yield, rustick mountaineer.] I believe, upon examination, the character of Cloten will not prove a very consistent one. Act I. sc. iv. the lords who are conversing with him on the subject of his
Enter BELARIUS and ARVIRAGUS.
Bel. No company's abroad.
Bel. I cannot tell : Long is it since I saw him,
In this place we left them:
he is so fell. Bel.
Being scarce made up, I mean, to man, he had not apprehension
rencontre with Posthumus, represent the latter as having neither put forth his strength or courage, but still advancing forwards to the prince, who retired before him ; yet at this his last appearance, we see him fighting gallantly, and falling by the hand of Guiderius. The same persons afterwards speak of him as of a mere ass or ideot; and yet, Act III. sc. i. he returns one of the noblest and most reasonable answers to the Roman envoy: and the rest of his conversation on the same occasion, though it may lack form a little, by no means resembles the language of folly. He behaves with proper dignity and civility at parting with Lucius, and yet is ridiculous and brutal in his treatment of Imogen. Belarius describes him as not having sense enough to know what fear is (which he defines as being sometimes the effect of judgment;) and yet he forms very artful schemes for gaining the affection of his mistress, by means of her attendants; to get her person into his power afterwards; and seems to be no less acquainted with the character of his father, and the ascendancy the queen maintained over his uxorious weakness. We find Cloten, in short, represented at once as brave and dastardly, civil and brutish, sagacious and foolish, without that subtilty of distinction, and those shades of gradation between sense and folly, virtue and vice, which constitute the excellence of such mixed characters as Polonius in Hamlet, and the Nurse in Romeo and Juliet. STEEVENS.
the snatches in his voice, And burst of speaking,] This is one of our author's strokes of observation. An abrupt and tumultuous utterance very frequently accompanies a confused and cloudy understanding.
Of roaring tertors; for the effect of judgment
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 hast thou done?
We are all undone.
No single soul
be heard at court, that such as we
+" the cure of fear:” — Malone.
take us in,] i. e. conquer, or subdue us. 4 For we do fear the law?] For is here used in the sense of because.
Cave here, hunt here, are outlaws, and in time
I had no mind
With his own sword,
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 pursued me!-- Polydore, I love thee brotherly ; but envy much, 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.
Well, 'tis done: We'll hunt no more to-day, nor seek for danger Where there's no profit. I pr’ythee, to our rock: You and Fidele play the cooks: I'll stay
5 Did make my way long forth.] Fidele's sickness made my walk forth from the cave tedious.