Page 531 - Shakespeare - Vol. 4

ARVIRAGUS

Nobly he yokes
A smiling with a sigh; as if the sigh
Was that it was, for not being such a smile;

The smile mocking the sigh, that it would fly
From so divine a temple, to commix [55]
With winds that sailors rail at.

GUIDERIUS
I do note
That grief and patience, rooted in them both,

Mingle their spurs together.

ARVIRAGUS

Grow, patience!
And let the stinking-elder, grief, untwine
His perishing root, with the increasing vine! [60]

BELARIUS
It is great morning. Come, away! − who’s there?

Enter Cloten.

CLOTEN

I cannot find those runagates, that villain
Hath mock’d me. I am faint.

BELARIUS
‘Those runagates!’
Means he not us? I partly know him, ’tis

Cloten, the son o’ th’ queen. I fear some ambush: [65]
I saw him not these many years, and yet
I know ’tis he: we are held as outlaws: hence!

GUIDERIUS
He is but one: you, and my brother search
What companies are near: pray you, away,

Let me alone with him.