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Than priests and fanes that lie.



              ARVIRAGUS
                               We’ll speak it then.



              BELARIUS
               Great griefs, I see, med’cine the less; for Cloten
               Is quite forgot. He was a queen’s son, boys,
               And though he came our enemy, remember, [245]

               He was paid for that: though mean and mighty, rotting
               Together, have one dust, yet reverence
               (That angel of the world) doth make distinction
               Of place ’tween high, and low. Our foe was princely,

               And though you took his life, as being our foe, [250]
               Yet bury him, as a prince.



              GUIDERIUS
                               Pray you, fetch him hither,
               Thersites’ body is as good as Ajax’,
               When neither are alive.




              ARVIRAGUS
                               If you’ll go fetch him,
               We’ll say our song the whilst. − Brother, begin.
                                                                                               [Exit Belarius.]



              GUIDERIUS
               Nay, Cadwal, we must lay his head to the east, [255]

               My father hath a reason for’t.


              ARVIRAGUS

                               ’Tis true.



              GUIDERIUS
               Come on then, and remove him.



              ARVIRAGUS
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