GUIDERIUS.
Come on, then, and remove him.
ARVIRAGUS.
So. Begin.
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GUIDERIUS.
Fear no more the heat o’ th’ sun,
Nor the furious winter’s rages;
Thou thy worldly task hast done,
Home art gone, and ta’en thy wages.
Golden lads and girls all must,
As chimney-sweepers, come to dust.
ARVIRAGUS.
Fear no more the frown o’ th’ great;
Thou art past the tyrant’s stroke.
Care no more to clothe and eat;
To thee the reed is as the oak.
The sceptre, learning, physic, must
All follow this and come to dust.
GUIDERIUS.
Fear no more the lightning flash.
ARVIRAGUS.
Nor th’ all-dreaded thunder-stone.
GUIDERIUS.
Fear not slander, censure rash;
ARVIRAGUS.
Thou hast finish’d joy and moan.
BOTH.
All lovers young, all lovers must
Consign to thee and come to dust.