Page 541 - Shakespeare - Vol. 4
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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