2348Why I should yeeld to thee?

2349Clot. Thou Villaine base,

2350Know'st me not by my Cloathes?

2351Gui. No, nor thy Taylor, Rascall:

2352Who is thy Grandfather? He made those cloathes,

2353Which (as it seemes) make thee.

2354Clo. Thou precious Varlet,

2355My Taylor made them not.

2356Gui. Hence then, and thanke

2357The man that gaue them thee. Thou art some Foole,

2358I am loath to beate thee.

2359Clot. Thou iniurious Theefe,

2360Heare but my name, and tremble.

2361Gui. What's thy name?

2362Clo. Cloten, thou Villaine.

2363Gui. Cloten, thou double Villaine be thy name,

2364I cannot tremble at it, were it Toad, or Adder, Spider,

2365'Twould moue me sooner.

2366Clot. To thy further feare,

2367Nay, to thy meere Confusion, thou shalt know

2368I am Sonne to'th' Queene.

2369Gui. I am sorry for't: not seeming

2370So worthy as thy Birth.

2371Clot. Art not afeard?

2372Gui. Those that I reuerence, those I feare: the Wise:

2373At Fooles I laugh: not feare them.

2374Clot. Dye the death:

2375When I haue slaine thee with my proper hand,

2376Ile follow those that euen now fled hence:

2377And on the Gates of Luds-Towne set your heads:

2378Yeeld Rusticke Mountaineer. Fight and Exeunt.

2380Bel. No Companie's abroad?

2381Arui. None in the world: you did mistake him sure.

2382Bel. I cannot tell: Long is it since I saw him,

2383But Time hath nothing blurr'd those lines of Fauour

2384Which then he wore: the snatches in his voice,

2385And burst of speaking were as his: I am absolute

2386'Twas very Cloten.

2387Arui. In this place we left them;

2388I wish my Brother make good time with him,

2389You say he is so fell.

2390Bel. Being scarse made vp,

2391I meane to man; he had not apprehension

2392Of roaring terrors: For defect of iudgement

2393Is oft the cause of Feare.

2395But see thy Brother.

2396Gui. This Cloten was a Foole, an empty purse,

2397There was no money in't: Not Hercules

2398Could haue knock'd out his Braines, for he had none:

2399Yet I not doing this, the Foole had borne

2400My head, as I do his.

2401Bel. What hast thou done?

2402Gui. I am perfect what: cut off one Clotens head,

2403Sonne to the Queene (after his owne report)

2404Who call'd me Traitor, Mountaineer, and swore

2405With his owne single hand heel'd take vs in,

2406Displace our heads, where (thanks the Gods) they grow

2407And set them on Luds-Towne.

2408Bel. We are all vndone.

2409Gui. Why, worthy Father, what haue we to loose,

2410But that he swore to take our Liues? the Law

2411Protects not vs, then why should we be tender,

2412To let an arrogant peece of flesh threat vs?

2413Play Iudge, and Executioner, all himselfe?

2414For we do feare the Law. What company

2415Discouer you abroad?

2416Bel. No single soule

2417Can we set eye on: but in all safe reason

2418He must haue some Attendants. Though his Honor

2419Was nothing but mutation, I, and that

2420From one bad thing to worse: Not Frenzie,

2421Not absolute madnesse could so farre haue rau'd

2422To bring him heere alone: although perhaps

2423It may be heard at Court, that such as wee

2424Caue heere, hunt heere, are Out-lawes, and in time

2425May make some stronger head, the which he hearing,

2426(As it is like him) might breake out, and sweare

2427Heel'd fetch vs in, yet is't not probable

2428To come alone, either he so vndertaking,

2429Or they so suffering: then on good ground we feare,

2430If we do feare this Body hath a taile

2431More perillous then the head.

2432Arui. Let Ord'nance

2433Come as the Gods fore-say it: howsoere,

2434My Brother hath done well.

2435Bel. I had no minde

2436To hunt this day: The Boy Fideles sickenesse

2437Did make my way long forth.

2438Gui. With his owne Sword,

2439Which he did waue against my throat, I haue tane

2440His head from him: Ile throw't into the Creeke

2441Behinde our Rocke, and let it to the Sea,

2442And tell the Fishes, hee's the Queenes Sonne, Cloten,

2443That's all I reake. Exit.

2444Bel. I feare 'twill be reueng'd:

2445Would (Polidore) thou had'st not done't: though valour

2446Becomes thee well enough.

2447Arui. Would I had done't:

2448So the Reuenge alone pursu'de me: Polidore

2449I loue thee brotherly, but enuy much

2450Thou hast robb'd me of this deed: I would Reuenges

2451That possible strength might meet, wold seek vs through

2452And put vs to our answer.

2453Bel. Well, 'tis done:

2454Wee'l hunt no more to day, nor seeke for danger

2455Where there's no profit. I prythee to our Rocke,

2456You and Fidele play the Cookes: Ile stay

2457Till hasty Polidore returne, and bring him

2458To dinner presently.

2459Arui. Poore sicke Fidele.

2460Ile willingly to him, to gaine his colour,

2461Il'd let a parish of such Clotens blood,

2462And praise my selfe for charity. Exit.

2463Bel. Oh thou Goddesse,

2464Thou diuine Nature; thou thy selfe thou blazon'st

2465In these two Princely Boyes: they are as gentle

2466As Zephires blowing below the Violet,

2467Not wagging his sweet head; and yet, as rough

2468(Their Royall blood enchaf'd) as the rud'st winde,

2469That by the top doth take the Mountaine Pine,

2470And make him stoope to th' Vale. 'Tis wonder

2471That an inuisible instinct should frame them

2472To Royalty vnlearn'd, Honor vntaught,

2473Ciuility not seene from other: valour

2474That wildely growes in them, but yeelds a crop

2475As if it had beene sow'd: yet still it's strange

2476What Clotens being heere to vs portends,

2477Or what his death will bring vs.

2479Gui. Where's my Brother?