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That possible strength might meet, would seek us through [160]
And put us to our answer.

BELARIUS
Well, ’tis done:
We’ll hunt no more to-day, nor seek for danger
Where there’s no profit. I prithee, to our rock,

You and Fidele play the cooks: I’ll stay
Till hasty Polydore return, and bring him [165]
To dinner presently.

ARVIRAGUS
Poor sick Fidele!

I’ll willingly to him; to gain his colour
I’ld let a parish of such Clotens blood,
And praise myself for charity.
[Exit.]

BELARIUS
O thou goddess,

Thou divine Nature; thou thyself thou blazon’st [170]
In these two princely boys: they are as gentle
As zephyrs blowing below the violet,

Not wagging his sweet head; and yet, as rough,
(Their royal blood enchaf’d) as the rud’st wind
That by the top doth take the mountain pine [175]
And make him stoop to th’ vale. ’Tis wonder
That an invisible instinct should frame them

To royalty unlearn’d, honour untaught,
Civility not seen from other, valour
That wildly grows in them, but yields a crop [180]

As if it had been sow’d. Yet still it’s strange
What Cloten’s being here to us portends,
Or what his death will bring us.

Re-enter Guiderius.

GUIDERIUS