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So. − Begin.

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GUIDERIUS
Fear no more the heat o’ th’ sun,

Nor the furious winter’s rages,
Thou thy worldly task has done, [260]
Home art gone and ta’en thy wages.
Golden lads and girls all must,

As chimney-sweepers, come to dust.

ARVIRAGUS
Fear no more the frown o’ th’ great,
Thou art past the tyrant’s stroke, [265]
Care no more to clothe and eat,
To thee the reed is as the oak:

The sceptre, learning, physic, must
All follow this and come to dust.

GUIDERIUS
Fear no more the lightning-flash. [270]

ARVIRAGUS
Nor th’ all-dreaded thunder-stone.

GUIDERIUS
Fear not slander, censure rash.

ARVIRAGUS

Thou hast finish’d joy and moan.

BOTH

All lovers young, all lovers must
Consign to thee and come to dust. [275]

GUIDERIUS