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[Exeunt Belarius and Arviragus.]
Let me alone with him.

CLOTEN
Soft, what are you [70]
That fly me thus? Some villain mountaineers?
I have heard of such. What slave art thou?

GUIDERIUS
A thing
More slavish did I ne’er than answering
A slave without a knock.

CLOTEN
Thou art a robber,

A law-breaker, a villain: yield thee, thief. [75]

GUIDERIUS

To who? 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 should yield to thee.

CLOTEN
Thou villain base, [80]
Know’st me not by my clothes?

GUIDERIUS
No, nor thy tailor, rascal,
Who is thy grandfather: he made those clothes,

Which (as it seems) make thee.

CLOTEN
Thou precious varlet,
My tailor made them not.