Page 551 - Shakespeare - Vol. 4

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 [10]
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
This is, sir, a doubt

In such a time nothing becoming you, [15]
Nor satisfying us.

ARVIRAGUS
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, [20]
To know from whence we are.

BELARIUS
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, [25]
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

Than be so, [30]
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,