GUIDERIUS.
Those that I reverence, those I fear—the wise;
At fools I laugh, not fear them.
CLOTEN.
Die the death.
When I have slain thee with my proper hand,
I’ll follow those that even now fled hence,
And on the gates of Lud’s Town set your heads.
Yield, rustic mountaineer.
[Exeunt, fighting.]
Enter Belarius and Arviragus.
BELARIUS.
No company’s abroad?
ARVIRAGUS.
None in the world; you did mistake him, sure.
BELARIUS.
I cannot tell; long is it since I saw him,
But time hath nothing blurr’d those lines of favour
Which then he wore; the snatches in his voice,
And burst of speaking, were as his. I am absolute
’Twas very Cloten.
ARVIRAGUS.
In this place we left them.
I wish my brother make good time with him,
You say he is so fell.
BELARIUS.
Being scarce made up,
I mean to man, he had not apprehension
Or roaring terrors; for defect of judgement
Is oft the cease of fear.
Enter Guiderius with Cloten’s head.