Page 534 - Shakespeare - Vol. 4

Die the death:
When I have slain thee with my proper hand,
I’ll follow those that even now fled hence:
And on the gates of Lud’s town set your heads:

Yield, rustic mountaineer. [100]
[Exeunt, fighting.]
Re-enter Belarius and Arviragus.

BELARIUS
No company’s abroad?

ARVIRAGUS
None in the world: you did mistake him sure.

BELARIUS

I cannot tell: long is it since I saw him,
But time hath nothing blurr’d those lines of favour
Which then he wore: the snatches in his voice, [105]
And burst of speaking were as his: I am absolute
’Twas very Cloten.

ARVIRAGUS
In this place we left them;
I wish my brother make good time with him,
You say he is so fell.

BELARIUS
Being scarce made up,

I man, to man, he had not apprehension [110]
Of roaring terrors: for defect of judgement
Is oft the cause of fear. But see, thy brother.

Re-enter Guiderius with Cloten’s head.

GUIDERIUS
This Cloten was a fool, an empty purse,

There was no money in’t: not Hercules