Cymbeline
Act IV, Scene 4
Wales. The forest near Belarius’ cave.
- Enter Belarius, Guiderius, and Arviragus.
Guiderius
1- The noise is round about us.
Belarius
2- Let us from it.
Arviragus
3 - 4- What pleasure, sir, find we in life, to lock it
- From action and adventure?
Guiderius
5 - 9- Nay, what hope
- Have we in hiding us? This way, the Romans
- Must or for Britains slay us or receive us
- For barbarous and unnatural revolts
- During their use, and slay us after.
Belarius
10 - 17- Sons,
- We’ll higher to the mountains, there secure us.
- To the King’s party there’s no going. Newness
- Of Cloten’s death (we being not known, not muster’d
- Among the bands) may drive us to a render
- Where we have liv’d, and so extort from ’s that
- Which we have done, whose answer would be death
- Drawn on with torture.
Guiderius
18 - 20- This is, sir, a doubt
- In such a time nothing becoming you,
- Nor satisfying us.
Arviragus
21 - 26- It is not likely
- That when they hear their Roman horses neigh,
- Behold their quarter’d fires, have both their eyes
- And ears so cloy’d importantly as now,
- That they will waste their time upon our note,
- To know from whence we are.
Belarius
27 - 36- O, I am known
- Of many in the army. Many years,
- Though Cloten then but young, you see, not wore him
- From my remembrance. And besides, the King
- Hath not deserv’d my service nor your loves,
- Who find in my exile the want of breeding,
- The certainty of this hard life, aye hopeless
- To have the courtesy your cradle promis’d,
- But to be still hot summer’s tanlings and
- The shrinking slaves of winter.
Guiderius
37 - 41- Than be so,
- Better to cease to be. Pray, sir, to th’ army.
- I and my brother are not known; yourself
- So out of thought, and thereto so o’ergrown,
- Cannot be question’d.
Arviragus
42 - 51- By this sun that shines,
- I’ll thither. What thing is’t that I never
- Did see man die, scarce ever look’d on blood,
- But that of coward hares, hot goats, and venison!
- Never bestrid a horse, save one that had
- A rider like myself, who ne’er wore rowel
- Nor iron on his heel! I am asham’d
- To look upon the holy sun, to have
- The benefit of his blest beams, remaining
- So long a poor unknown.
Guiderius
52 - 56- By heavens, I’ll go.
- If you will bless me, sir, and give me leave,
- I’ll take the better care; but if you will not,
- The hazard therefore due fall on me by
- The hands of Romans!
Arviragus
57- So say I, amen.
Belarius
58 - 65- No reason I, since of your lives you set
- So slight a valuation, should reserve
- My crack’d one to more care. Have with you, boys!
- If in your country wars you chance to die,
- That is my bed too, lads, and there I’ll lie.
- Lead, lead!
- Aside.
- The time seems long, their blood thinks scorn
- Till it fly out and show them princes born.
- Exeunt.