[Exit Imogen, to the Cave.

Imo. Well or ill,

I am bound to you.

Bel. And fhalt be ever.

This youth, howe'er diftrefs'd, appears to have had

Good ancestors.

Arv. How angel-like he fings!

Guid. But his neat cookery!

Arv. He cut out roots in characters;

And fauc'd our broth, as Juno had been fick,
And he her dieter.

Aru. Nobly he yokes

A fmiling with a figh, as if the figh
Was that it was, for not being fuch a fmile:
The fmile mocking the figh, that it would fly
From fo divine a temple, to commix
With winds that failors rail at.

Guid. I do note,

That grief and patience, rooted in him both,
Mingle their fpurs together.

Arv. Grow, patience!

And let the stinking Elder, Grief, untwine

His perishing root, with the encreasing vine!

Bel. It is great morning. Come, away: who's there?

Enter Cloten.

Clot. I cannot find these runagates: that villain Hath mock'd me.--I am faint.

Bel. Thofe runagates!

Means he not us? I partly know him; 'tis
Cloten, the fon o'th' Queen; I fear fome ambush

I faw him not thefe many years, and yet

I know, 'tis he: we're held as Out-laws; hence.
Guid. He is but one; you and my

brother fearch

What companies are near: pray you, away;

Let me alone with him. [Exeunt Belarius and Arviragus. Clot. Soft! what are you,

That fly me thus? fome villain-mountaineer..

I've heard of fuch. What flave art thou?

Guid. A thing

More flavish did I ne'er, than answering

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A flave without a knock.

Clot. Thou art a robber,

A law-breaker, a villain; yield thee, thief.

Guid. 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

My dagger in my mouth. Say, what thou art,
Why I fhould yield to thee?

Clot. Thou villain base,

Know'ft ine not by my clothes ?

Guid. No, nor thy tailor, rafcal,

Who is thy grandfather; he made those clothes,
Which, as it feems, make thee.

Clot. Thou precious varlet!
My tailor made them not.

Guid. Hence then, and thank

The man that gave them thee. Thou art fome fool; I'm loth to beat thee.

Clot. Thou injurious thief,

Hear but my name, and tremble.

Guid. What's thy name?

Clot. Cloten, thou villain.

Guid. Cloten, then, double villain, be thy name, I cannot tremble at it; were it toad, adder, spider, 'Twould move me fooner.

Clot. To thy further fear,

Nay, to thy meer confufion, thou shalt know

I'm fon to th' Queen.

Guid. I'm forry for't; not feeming

So worthy as thy birth.

Clot. Art not afraid?

Guid. Thofe that I rev'rence, those I fear; the wife:

At fools I laugh, not fear them.

Clot. Die the death!

When I have flain thee with my proper hand,

I'll follow thofe that even now fled hence,

And on
the gates of Lud's town fet your heads ;
Yield, ruftick mountaineer.

[Fight, and Exeunt.

Enter Belarius and Arviragus.

Bel. No company's abroad.

Arv. None in the world; you did mistake him, fure. Bel. I cannot tell: long is it fince I faw him, But time hath nothing blurr'd thofe lines of favour Which then he wore; the fnatches in his voice, And burft of speaking, were as his: I'm abfolute, 'Twas very Cloten.

Arv. In this place we left them;

I wish my brother make good time with him,
You fay, he is fo fell.

Bel. (21) Being scarce made up,

I mean, to man, he had not apprehenfion
Of roaring terrors; for th' effect of judgment
Is oft the cause of fear. But fee, thy brother.

Enter Guiderius, with Cloten's Head.

Guid. This Cloten was a fool, an empty purse, There was no mony in't; not Hercules

Could have knock'd out his brains, for he had none

(21)

·Being fcarce made up,

I mean, to Man, he had not Apprehenfion

Of roaring Terrors; for defect of Judgment
Is oft the Caufe of Fear.]

If I understand this Paffage, it is mock-reafoning as it ftands, and the text must have been flightly corrupted. Belarius is giving a Defcription of what Cloten formerly was; and in Answer to what Arviragus fays of bis being fo fell. "Ay, fays, Belarius, he was so

fell, and being scarce then at Man's Eftate, he had no Appre"henfion of roaring Terrors, i. e. of any thing that could check "him with Fears." But then, how does the Inference come in, built upon this? For Defect of Judgment is oft the Caufe of Fear,

think, the Poet meant to have said the mere contrary. Cloten was defective in Judgment, and therefore did not fear. Apprehenfions of Fear grow from a Judgment in weighing Dangers. And a very eafy Change, from the Traces of the Letters, gives us this Senfe, and reconciles the Reasoning of the whole Paffage.

·For th' Effect of Judgment

Is oft the Caufe of Fear.

Yet

Yet I not doing this, the fool had borne

My head, as I do his.

Bel. What haft thou done?

Guid. I'm perfect, what; cut off one Cloten's head, Son to the Queen, after his own report;

Who call'd me traitor, mountaineer, and swore
With his own fingle hand he'd take us in;

Difplace our heads, where, thanks to th' Gods, they grow,
And fet them on Lud's town.

Bel. We're all undone !

Guid. Why, worthy father, what have we to lose,

But what he swore to take, our lives

the law

Protects not us; then why fhould we be tender,

To let an arrogant piece of flesh threat us?
Play judge, and executioner, all himself?
For we do fear the law.

Discover you abroad?

Bel. No fingle foul

What company

Can we fet eye on; but, in all fafe reafon,

He must have fome attendants. (22) Though his humour

Was nothing but mutation, ay, and that

From one bad thing to worse; yet not his frenzy,

Not abfolute madness, could fo far have rav'd, To bring him here alone; although, perhaps, may be heard at court, that fuch as we

It

Cave here, haunt here, are Out-laws, and in time

May make fome ftronger head: the which he hearing, (As it is like him,) might break out, and swear, He'd fetch us in; yet is't not probable

To come alone, nor he fo undertaking,

Nor they fo fuffering; then on good ground we fear,

Was nothing but Mutation, &c.]

What has his Honour to do here, in his being changeable in this fort? in his acting as a Madinan, or not? I have ventur'd to fubfitute Humour, against the Authority of the printed Copies; and the Meaning feems plainly this. "Tho' he was always fickle to the last degree, and govern'd by Humour, not found Senfe; yet not Madness itfelf could make him fo hardy to attempt an Enterprize of this Nature alone, and unfeconded,"

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If I do fear, this body hath a tail
More perilous than the head.
Arv. Let ordinance

Come, as the Gods forefay it; how foe'er,
My brother hath done well.

Bel. I had no mind

To hunt this day: the boy Fidele's sickness
Did make my way long forth.

Guid. With his own fword,

Which he did wave against my throat, I've ta'en
His head from him: I'll throw't into the creek
Behind our rock; and let it to the fea,

And tell the fishes, he's the Queen's fon, Cloten.

That's all I reck.

Bel. I fear, 'twill be reveng'd:

[Exit.

'Would, Paladour, thou hadst not done't! though valour Becomes thee well enough.

Arv. 'Would I had done't,

So the revenge alone purfu'd me! Paladour,

I love thee brotherly, but envy much,

Thou't robb'd me of this deed; I would, revenges, That poffible ftrength might meet, would feek us thro', And put us to our answer.

Bel. Well, 'tis done:

We'll hunt no more to-day, nor feek for danger
Where there's no profit. Pr'ythee, to our rock,
You and Fidele play the cooks: I'll ftay

"Till hafty Paladour return, and bring him
To dinner presently.

Arv. Poor fick Fidele!

I'll willingly to him: To gain his colour,

I'd let a parish of fuch Clotens blood,

And praise myself for charity.

Bel. O thou Goddefs,

Thou divine Nature! how thyself thou blazon't
In these two princely boys! they are as gentle,
As Zephyrs blowing below the violet,

Not wagging his fweet head; and yet as rough,
(Their royal blood enchaf'd,) as the rud'ft wind,
That by the top doth take the mountain pine,

[Exit.

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