Arui. Feare no more the frowne o'th' Great,
Thou art past the Tirants stroake,
Care no more to cloath and eate,
To thee the Reede is as the Oake:
The Scepter, Learning, Physicke must,
All follow this and come to dust
Guid. Feare no more the Lightning flash
Arui. Nor th' all-dreaded Thunderstone
Gui. Feare not Slander, Censure rash
Arui. Thou hast finish'd Ioy and mone
Both. All Louers young, all Louers must,
Consigne to thee and come to dust
Guid. No Exorcisor harme thee,
Arui. Nor no witch-craft charme thee
Guid. Ghost vnlaid forbeare thee
Arui. Nothing ill come neere thee
Both. Quiet consumation haue,
And renowned be thy graue.
Enter Belarius with the body of Cloten.