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SCENE II.

Bellarius retires towards the Cavern. Cloten enters attended.
Clot.
Our scent is warm; she can't be far from hence.
Fly several ways, search well the sacred wood—
Who finds, and hales her to yon cave, I swear
Is master of my purse—Away, and prosper!
[Exeunt Attendants.
Pan, and Priapus, aid me in the hour
Of rape, and rapturous vengeance, on the charms
Of scorning, struggling beauty—Hark, old fellow!
Didst see a man and maiden this way?

Bell.
No.

Clot.
Is yon den appertinent
To thee and to thine heirs?

Bell.
It is.

Clot.
Not quite
Unfurnish'd, holy father, as we hope,
Of female consolation.

Bell.
Out upon thee!

Clot.
Canst thou not play the pandar, for a friend?

Bell.
Hence, abandon'd ruffian!

Clot.
Come—shew me to thy rushes.

Bell.
Stop—low wretch!
Take caution of thine health—thou com'st no further.

Clot.
Now, by Andate, I do much suspect
Thou holdest, in thy saintly tutelage,
The very wench I look for—Give me way.

Bell.
Beware—

[Lifts his staff.
Clot.
Nay, then, thy shrivell'd autumn, thus
Drops at my blast.

[Draws.
Bell.
An arm, that was not wont
To need the second lifting, greets thee, thus—
[Kills Cloten.
Come, to the public pass, and, there, make trial
If thou art worth the owning.—

[Exit dragging out Cloten.