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Cymbeline (Folio 1, 1623)
388The Tragedy of Cymbeline.
2348Why I should yeeld to thee?
2350Know'st me not by my Cloathes?
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,
2368I am Sonne to'th' Queene.
2370So worthy as thy Birth.
2371Clot. Art not afeard?
2373At Fooles I laugh: not feare them.
2374Clot. Dye the death:
2375When I haue slaine thee with my proper hand,
2377And on the Gates of Luds-Towne set your heads:
2379Enter Belarius and Aruiragus.
2380Bel. No Companie's abroad?
2383But Time hath nothing blurr'd those lines of Fauour
2384Which then he wore: the snatches in his voice,
2386'Twas very Cloten.
2387Arui. In this place we left them;
2388I wish my Brother make good time with him,
2391I meane to man; he had not apprehension
2392Of roaring terrors: For defect of iudgement
2393Is oft the cause of Feare.
2394Enter Guiderius.
2395But see thy Brother.
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.
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.
2410But that he swore to take our Liues? the Law
2413Play Iudge, and Executioner, all himselfe?
2414For we do feare the Law. What company
2415Discouer you abroad?
2419Was nothing but mutation, I, and that
2420From one bad thing to worse: Not Frenzie,
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
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,
2430If we do feare this Body hath a taile
2431More perillous then the head.
2432Arui. Let Ord'nance
2434My Brother hath done well.
2435Bel. I had no minde
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
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.
2460Ile willingly to him, to gaine his colour,
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,
2472To Royalty vnlearn'd, Honor vntaught,
2473Ciuility not seene from other: valour
2474That wildely growes in them, but yeelds a crop
2476What Clotens being heere to vs portends,
2477Or what his death will bring vs.
2478Enter Guidereus.
2479Gui. Where's my Brother?
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