CLOTALDO. Because 'tis found
Safe, when clarions secrets know,
Clarions to lock up, that so
They may not have power to sound.
CLARIN. Did I, since you treat me thus,
Try to kill my father? No.
Did I from the window throw
That unlucky Icarus?
Is my drink somniferous?
Do I dream? Then why be pent?
CLOTALDO. 'Tis a clarion's punishment.
CLARIN. Then a horn of low degree,
Yea, a cornet I will be,
A safe, silent instrument.
[They take him away, and CLOTALDO remains alone.]
* * * * *
SCENE XVII.
BASILIUS, disguised; CLOTALDO, and SIGISMUND, asleep.
BASILIUS. Hark, Clotaldo!
CLOTALDO. My lord here?
Thus disguised, your majesty?
BASILIUS. Foolish curiosity
Leads me in this lowly gear
To find out, ah, me! with fear,
How the sudden change he bore.