A law-breaker, a villain. Thou art a robber, 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 Clo. Thou villain base, Know'st me not by my clothes? Gui. Who is thy grandfather: he made those clothes, Clo. My tailor made them not. Gui. No, nor thy tailor, rascal, Thou precious varlet, Hence then, and thank The man that gave them thee. Thou art some fool; Clo. Thou injurious thief, What's thy name? I am loath to beat thee. Hear but my name, and tremble. Clo. Cloten, thou villain. Gui. Cloten, thou double villian, be thy name, I cannot tremble at it: were it toad, or adder, spider, 'T would move me sooner. Clo. To thy farther fear, Nay, to thy mere confusion, thou shalt know I'm son to the queen. Gui. I am sorry for 't, not seeming Clo. Art not afeard? Gui. Those that I reverence, those I fear, the wise: Clo. [Exeunt, fighting. Enter BELARIUS and ARVIRAGUS. Bel. No company's abroad. Arv. None in the world. You did mistake him, Arv. In this place we left them: I wish my brother make good time with him, You say he is so fell. 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, Who call'd me traitor, mountaineer; and swore, sure. Displace our heads, where (thank the gods!) they grow, Bel. We are all undone. Gui. Why, worthy father, what have we to lose, 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 Cave here, hunt here, are outlaws, and in time To come alone, either he so undertaking, Or they so suffering: then, on good ground we fear, More perilous than the head. Which he did wave against my throat, I have ta'en Cloten: That's all I reck. [Exit. Bel. I fear, 't will be reveng'd. VI. 497 Would, Polydore, thou had 'st not done 't, though valour Arv. 'Would I had done 't, Polydore, So the revenge alone pursued me. 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, Bel. Well, 't is done. We'll hunt no more to-day, nor seek for danger Till hasty Polydore return, and bring him I'll willingly to him: to gain his colour, Bel. That wildly grows in them, but yields a crop Or what his death will bring us. [Exit. Re-enter Guiderius. Gui. Where's my brother? I have sent Cloten's clotpoll down the stream, In embassy to his mother: his body's hostage For his return. Bel. My ingenious instrument! Hark, Polydore, it sounds; but what occasion Gui. Is he at home? Bel. [Solemn Music. 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 Should answer solemn accidents. The matter? Triumphs for nothing, and lamenting toys, Is jollity for apes, and grief for boys. Is Cadwal mad? Re-enter ARVIRAGUS, bearing IMOGEN, as dead, in his Arms. Bel. Look! here he comes, And brings the dire occasion in his arms, Of what we blame him for. 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 Jove knows what man thou might'st have made; but I, Thus smiling, as some fly had tickled slumber, Not as death's dart, being laugh'd at; his right cheek |