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- $Unique_ID{SSP01672}
- $Title{Cymbeline: Act IV, Scene IV}
- $Author{Shakespeare, William}
- $Subject{}
- $Log{Dramatis Personae*01650.txt}
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- Portions copyright (c) CMC ReSearch, Inc., 1989
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- The Complete Works of William Shakespeare
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- CYMBELINE
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- ACT IV
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- SCENE IV: Wales: before the cave of Belarius.
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- {Enter BELARIUS, GUIDERIUS, and ARVIRAGUS.
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- GUIDERIUS: The noise is round about us.
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- BELARIUS: Let us from it.
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- ARVIRAGUS: What pleasure, sir, find we in life, to lock it
- From action and adventure?
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- GUIDERIUS: Nay, what hope
- Have we in hiding us? This way, the Romans
- Must or for Britons slay us, or receive us
- For barbarous and unnatural revolts
- During their use, and slay us after.
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- BELARIUS: 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 10
- Among the bands--may drive us to a render
- Where we have lived, and so extort from's that
- Which we have done, whose answer would be death
- Drawn on with torture.
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- GUIDERIUS: This is, sir, a doubt
- In such a time nothing becoming you,
- Nor satisfying us.
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- ARVIRAGUS: It is not likely
- That when they hear the 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.
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- 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 deserved 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 promised,
- But to be still hot summer's tamings and
- The shrinking slaves of winter.
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- GUIDERIUS: Than be so 30
- Better to cease to be. Pray, sir, to the army:
- I and my brother are not known; yourself
- So out of thought, and thereto so o'ergrown,
- Cannot be question'd.
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- ARVIRAGUS: By this sun that shines,
- I'll thither: what thing is it 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 ashamed
- To look upon the holy sun, to have 40
- The benefit of his blest beams, remaining
- So long a poor unknown.
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- GUIDERIUS: 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!
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- ARVIRAGUS: So say I: amen.
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- BELARIUS: 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, 50
- That is my bed too, lads, an there I'll lie:
- Lead, lead.
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- [Aside.]
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- The time seems long; their blood
- thinks scorn,
- Till it fly out and show them princes born.
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- [Exeunt.]
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