Arui. How Angell-like he sings?
Gui. But his neate Cookerie?
Arui. He cut our Rootes in Charracters, And sawc"st our Brothes, as Iuno had bin sicke, And he her Dieter
Arui. n.o.bly he yoakes A smiling, with a sigh; as if the sighe Was that it was, for not being such a Smile: The Smile, mocking the Sigh, that it would flye From so diuine a Temple, to commix With windes, that Saylors raile at
Gui. I do note, That greefe and patience rooted in them both, Mingle their spurres together
Arui. Grow patient, And let the stinking-Elder (Greefe) vntwine His perishing roote, with the encreasing Vine
Bel. It is great morning. Come away: Who"s there?
Enter Cloten.
Clo. I cannot finde those Runnagates, that Villaine Hath mock"d me. I am faint
Bel. Those Runnagates?
Meanes he not vs? I partly know him, "tis Cloten, the Sonne o"th" Queene. I feare some Ambush: I saw him not these many yeares, and yet I know "tis he: We are held as Out-Lawes: Hence
Gui. He is but one: you, and my Brother search What Companies are neere: pray you away, Let me alone with him
Clot. Soft, what are you That flye me thus? Some villaine-Mountainers?
I haue heard of such. What Slaue art thou?
Gui. A thing More slauish did I ne"re, then answering A Slaue without a knocke
Clot. Thou art a Robber, A Law-breaker, a Villaine: yeeld thee Theefe
Gui. To who? to thee? What art thou? Haue not I An arme as bigge as thine? A heart, as bigge: Thy words I grant are bigger: for I weare not My Dagger in my mouth. Say what thou art: Why I should yeeld to thee?
Clot. Thou Villaine base, Know"st me not by my Cloathes?
Gui. No, nor thy Taylor, Rascall: Who is thy Grandfather? He made those cloathes, Which (as it seemes) make thee
Clo. Thou precious Varlet, My Taylor made them not
Gui. Hence then, and thanke The man that gaue them thee. Thou art some Foole, I am loath to beate thee
Clot. Thou iniurious Theefe, Heare but my name, and tremble
Gui. What"s thy name?
Clo. Cloten, thou Villaine
Gui. Cloten, thou double Villaine be thy name, I cannot tremble at it, were it Toad, or Adder, Spider, "Twould moue me sooner
Clot. To thy further feare, Nay, to thy meere Confusion, thou shalt know I am Sonne to"th" Queene
Gui. I am sorry for"t: not seeming So worthy as thy Birth
Clot. Art not afeard?
Gui. Those that I reuerence, those I feare: the Wise: At Fooles I laugh: not feare them
Clot. Dye the death: When I haue slaine thee with my proper hand, Ile follow those that euen now fled hence: And on the Gates of Luds-Towne set your heads: Yeeld Rusticke Mountaineer.
Fight and Exeunt.
Enter Belarius and Aruiragus.
Bel. No Companie"s abroad?
Arui. 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 Fauour Which then he wore: the s.n.a.t.c.hes in his voice, And burst of speaking were as his: I am absolute "Twas very Cloten
Arui. In this place we left them; I wish my Brother make good time with him, You say he is so fell
Bel. Being sca.r.s.e made vp, I meane to man; he had not apprehension Of roaring terrors: For defect of iudgement Is oft the cause of Feare.
Enter Guiderius.
But see thy Brother
Gui. This Cloten was a Foole, an empty purse, There was no money in"t: Not Hercules Could haue knock"d out his Braines, for he had none: Yet I not doing this, the Foole had borne My head, as I do his
Bel. What hast thou done?
Gui. I am perfect what: cut off one Clotens head, Sonne to the Queene (after his owne report) Who call"d me Traitor, Mountaineer, and swore With his owne single hand heel"d take vs in, Displace our heads, where (thanks the G.o.ds) they grow And set them on Luds-Towne
Bel. We are all vndone
Gui. Why, worthy Father, what haue we to loose, But that he swore to take our Liues? the Law Protects not vs, then why should we be tender, To let an arrogant peece of flesh threat vs?
Play Iudge, and Executioner, all himselfe?
For we do feare the Law. What company Discouer you abroad?
Bel. No single soule Can we set eye on: but in all safe reason He must haue some Attendants. Though his Honor Was nothing but mutation, I, and that From one bad thing to worse: Not Frenzie, Not absolute madnesse could so farre haue rau"d To bring him heere alone: although perhaps It may be heard at Court, that such as wee Caue heere, hunt heere, are Out-lawes, and in time May make some stronger head, the which he hearing, (As it is like him) might breake out, and sweare Heel"d fetch vs in, yet is"t not probable To come alone, either he so vndertaking, Or they so suffering: then on good ground we feare, If we do feare this Body hath a taile More perillous then the head
Arui. Let Ord"nance Come as the G.o.ds fore-say it: howsoere, My Brother hath done well
Bel. I had no minde To hunt this day: The Boy Fideles sickenesse Did make my way long forth
Gui. With his owne Sword, Which he did waue against my throat, I haue tane His head from him: Ile throw"t into the Creeke Behinde our Rocke, and let it to the Sea, And tell the Fishes, hee"s the Queenes Sonne, Cloten, That"s all I reake.
Enter.
Bel. I feare "twill be reueng"d: Would (Polidore) thou had"st not done"t: though valour Becomes thee well enough
Arui. Would I had done"t: So the Reuenge alone pursu"de me: Polidore I loue thee brotherly, but enuy much Thou hast robb"d me of this deed: I would Reuenges That possible strength might meet, wold seek vs through And put vs to our answer
Bel. Well, "tis done: Wee"l hunt no more to day, nor seeke for danger Where there"s no profit. I prythee to our Rocke, You and Fidele play the Cookes: Ile stay Till hasty Polidore returne, and bring him To dinner presently
Arui. Poore sicke Fidele.
Ile willingly to him, to gaine his colour, Il"d let a parish of such Clotens blood, And praise my selfe for charity.
Enter.
Bel. Oh thou G.o.ddesse, Thou diuine Nature; thou thy selfe thou blazon"st In these two Princely Boyes: they are as gentle As Zephires blowing below the Violet, Not wagging his sweet head; and yet, as rough (Their Royall blood enchaf"d) as the rud"st winde, That by the top doth take the Mountaine Pine, And make him stoope to th" Vale. "Tis wonder That an inuisible instinct should frame them To Royalty vnlearn"d, Honor vntaught, Ciuility not seene from other: valour That wildely growes in them, but yeelds a crop As if it had beene sow"d: yet still it"s strange What Clotens being heere to vs portends, Or what his death will bring vs.
Enter Guidereus.
Gui. Where"s my Brother?
I haue sent Clotens Clot-pole downe the streame, In Emba.s.sie to his Mother; his Bodie"s hostage For his returne.