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SCENE I.
A Forest, a March at a Distance.Enter Bellarius, Guiderius and Arviragus.
Arv.
The noise is round about us.
Bel.
Let us from it.
We'll higher to the Mountains, there secure us
To the King's Party there's no going; newness
Of Cloten's Death, we being not known, nor muster'd
Among the Bands, may drive us to a render
Where we have liv'd: And so extort from's that
Which we have done, whose Answer would be Death
Drawn on with Torture.
Guid.
This is, Sir, a doubt
(In such a Time) nothing becoming you,
Nor satisfying us.
Arv.
It is not likely,
That when they hear the Roman Horses neigh,
Behold their quarter'd Fires, have both their Eyes
And Ears so cloy'd importantly as now,
That they will waste their time upon our Note,
To know from whence we are.
Bel.
Oh, I am known
Of many in the Army; and besides the King
Hath not deserv'd my Service, nor your Loves.
Guid.
Pray, Sir, to the Army;
I, and my Brother are not known; yourself
So out of Thought, and thereto so o'er grown,
Cannot be question'd.
Arv.
By this Sun that shines
I'll thither; what thing is it, that I never
Did see Man die, scarce ever look'd on Blood,
But that of coward Hares, hot Goats and Venison?
I am ashamed to look upon the holy Sun, to have
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So long a poor unknown.—
Guid.
By Heav'ns I'll go;
If you will bless me, Sir, and give me leave,
I'll take the better care; but if you will not,
The hazard therefore due fall on me, by
The Hands of Romans.
Arv.
So say I.
Bel.
No Reason I, since of your Lives you set
So slight a Valuation, should reserve
My crack'd one to more care. Have with you, Boys.
If in your Country Wars you chance to die,
That is my Bed too, Lads, and there I'll lye.
[Exe.
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