GUIDERIUS.
Cloten, thou double villain, be thy name,
I cannot tremble at it. Were it Toad, or Adder, Spider,
’Twould move me sooner.
CLOTEN.
To thy further fear,
Nay, to thy mere confusion, thou shalt know
I am son to th’ Queen.
GUIDERIUS.
I’m sorry for’t; not seeming
So worthy as thy birth.
CLOTEN.
Art not afeard?
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.