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Enter Belarius, Guiderius, & Aruiragus.

Gui. The noyse is round about vs

Bel. Let vs from it

Arui. What pleasure Sir, we finde in life, to locke it

From Action, and Aduenture

Gui. Nay, what hope

Haue we in hiding vs? This way the Romaines

Must, or for Britaines slay vs, or receiue vs

For barbarous and vnnaturall Reuolts

During their vse, and slay vs after

Bel. Sonnes,

Wee’l higher to the Mountaines, there secure vs.

To the Kings party there’s no going: newnesse

Of Clotens death (we being not knowne, nor muster’d

Among the Bands) may driue vs to a render

Where we haue liu’d; and so extort from’s that

Which we haue done, whose answer would be death

Drawne on with Torture

Gui. This is (Sir) a doubt

In such a time, nothing becomming you,

Nor satisfying vs

Arui. It is not likely,

That when they heare their Roman horses neigh,

Behold their quarter’d Fires; haue both their eyes

And eares so cloyd importantly as now,

That they will waste their time vpon our note,

To know from whence we are

Bel. Oh, I am knowne

Of many in the Army: Many yeeres

(Though Cloten then but young) you see, not wore him

From my remembrance. And besides, the King

Hath not deseru’d my Seruice, nor your Loues,

Who finde in my Exile, the want of Breeding;

The certainty of this heard life, aye hopelesse

To haue the courtesie your Cradle promis’d,

But to be still hot Summers Tanlings, and

The shrinking Slaues of Winter

Gui. Then be so,

Better to cease to be. Pray Sir, to’th’ Army:

I, and my Brother are not knowne; your selfe

So out of thought, and thereto so ore-growne,

Cannot be question’d

Arui. By this Sunne that shines

Ile thither: What thing is’t, that I neuer

Did see man dye, scarse euer look’d on blood,

But that of Coward Hares, hot Goats, and Venison?

Neuer bestrid a Horse saue one, that had

A Rider like my selfe, who ne’re wore Rowell,

Nor Iron on his heele? I am asham’d

To looke vpon the holy Sunne, to haue

The benefit of his blest Beames, remaining

So long a poore vnknowne

Gui. By heauens Ile go,

If you will blesse me Sir, and giue me leaue,

Ile take the better care: but if you will not,

The hazard therefore due fall on me, by

The hands of Romaines

Arui. So say I, Amen Bel. No reason I (since of your liues you set

So slight a valewation) should reserue

My crack’d one to more care. Haue with you Boyes:

If in your Country warres you chance to dye,

That is my Bed too (Lads) and there Ile lye.

Lead, lead; the time seems long, their blood thinks scorn

Till it flye out, and shew them Princes borne.

Exeunt.