Bellar.
Turning my head towards yon point o'th' Sea,
Methoughts I heard a noise of Drums and Trumpets,
With shouts of men, as of an Army landed:
Perhaps 'tis so indeed; I know the Romans
Have long watch'd an advantage, and wou'd run
With joy the race great Cæsar once begun. Enter Palladour, Arviragus and Eugenia.

Pallad.
You are not well; pray stay here in the Cave.

Bellar.
Go you to Hunting, Sons, I'le stay with him.

Eugen.
I beseech you do not; nay then you'l make me blush,
To think how much I trouble ye: Let me beg ye,
Stick to your Journal Course; the breach of Custom
Is breach of all: I am ill, but your being by me,
Is not medicinable; Society is no comfort neither,
To one not sociable: Pray go and trust me here;
I'le rob none but my self, and if my self,
The theft's so poor 'tis not worth punishing.

Pallad.
There's so much vertue in his Love and Actions,
It more and more does steal away my heart.

Eugen.
Kind Heaven preserve you both. Oh sacred Providence!
Who cou'd have thought to find such gentle Creatures
In a wild rustick Cave, by Nature only taught?
I am sick still,
Very sick; now Pisanio I'le taste thy Cordial,
I never had more cause. [Exit Eugen.

Bellar.
Let's to our Silvian sport. How now, who's that? [Exit. Enter Cloten.

Cloten.
I cannot find this Fugitive; sure the Devil
Has lent her wings to fly, and cross my purpose.

Cloten.
Hah! What are you that fly me thus? Some Villain Outlaws?
I've heard of such.—What Slave art thou?

Arvir.
A thing more slavish did I ne're, then answering.
A Slave without a Knock.

Cloten.
Thou art a Robber: I'le murder thee.

Arvir.
Ye lye, you wonot, you cannot, nor you shan't,
I'le beat your Brains out first; S'death, have not I
An Arm as long as thine, a Heart as big?
Thy words may appear bigger, but I wear not
My Dagger in my mouth.

Cloten.
A plaguy little Whipster this: Why, thou
Abject Villain,
Knows me not by my Cloaths.

Arvir.
No, I say, how shou'd I?

Cloten.
Then hear my Name and tremble.

Arvir.
I tremble at nothing but the Thunder,
And that I'me sure thou canst not do:
What's thy Name?

Cloten.
Cloten, thou Villain.

Arvir.
Cloten? Then double Villain be thy Name,
I care not—Were it Toad, Spider, or Adder,
'Twou'd move me sooner.

Cloten.
To thy Confusion know, I am Son to th' Queen.

Arvir.
I am sorry for't, not seeming so worthy
As thy Birth.

Cloten.
Does thou not fear?

Arvir.
Those that I reverence, those I fear, the Wise,
All Fools I scourge and laugh at.

Cloten.
Y'are witty, are you? but I'le fetch ye out of
Your Jest presently; Sirrah,
I'le slay thee with this hand, and when thou
Art dead,
Upon the Gates of Ludds-Town set thy Head.

Arvir.
It stands yet on my Shoulders; come, come on Sir. They fight; Cloten lets fall his Sword and runs out. Enter Bellarius and Pallador.

Bellar.
No Company's abroad.

Pallad.
Not a man stirring—You did mistake him sure.

Bellar.
No, I am firm 'twas he.

Pallad.
In this Place we left 'um.
I wish my Brother make good party with him;
You say he's very strong.

Bellar.
I have often heard so.

Pallad.
He look'd but like a Fool. But see, our
Fears may vanish, here comes my Brother. Enter Arviragus with Cloten's Head.

Arvir.
This Cloten was a Fool, an empty Purse,
There was no money in't; not Hercules

Cou'd have knock'd out his Brains, for he had
None; but I think I've stopp'd his Railing.

Bellar.
What hast thou done? [Throws the Head down.

Arvir.
Yon grinning Face will inform you.
I've cut off one Cloten's Head, Son to the Queen,
He says he is, who call'd me Villain, who
Swore he wou'd cut mine off from my
Shoulders, and set it upon Ludds-Town.

Bellar.
We are all undone.

Pallad.
Why, worthy Father, what have we to lose?
The Law protects not us, why shou'd we fear?
Arviragus, I love thee like a Brother, but envy much
Thy Valour in this Action.

Bellar.
I fear 'twill be reveng'd.

Arvir.
With his own Sword he wav'd against my Throat,
I hew'd it off; I'le throw't into the Creek
Behind our Rock, and let it to the Sea,
To tell the Fishes he's the Queens Son Cloten.
That's all I care. [Exit Arvir. with the Head.

Pallad.
I'le go and see Fidele;
I hope he's somewhat better after Sleep. [Exit.

Bellar.
Oh divine Nature, how thou show'st thy Power
In these two Princely Boys! 'tis a wonder
That an invisible Instinct shou'd frame 'um
To Royalty unlearn'd, Honour untaught;
Civility not seen from others, Valour
That wildly grows in 'um, but yields a Crop
As if it had been sow'd. Enter Arviragus.

Arvir.
I have sent Cloten's Clotpole down the Stream,
In Embassie to his Mother; his Body lyes
In yonder Thicket.—Hah, that's my Brother's Voice! [Cry within.
Where is he?

Bellar.
Gon out o'th' Cave just now to see Fidele. Enter Palladore with Eugenia as dead.

Pallad.
See Brother, see, the pretty Bird is dead,
That we so well did love.

Bellar.
Dead? and by Melancholy? this is strange.

Arvir.
Oh piercing Sight! Thou sweetest, fairest Lilly,
My Brother wears thee now not half so well,
As when thou grew'st thy self.

Bellar.
How did'st thou find him?

Pallad:
Just as you see, smiling as in a slumber;

His right Cheek reposing on a Cushion on the Floor:
His Arms thus cross'd, I thought he slept, and put
My Hunting-shooes from off my feet, whose rudeness
Answered my Steps too loud.

Bellar.
Well, 'tis in vain to mourn, what's past recovery:
Come Sons, let's lay him in our Tomb.

Arvir.
Rest there sweet Body of a sweeter Soul, [They lay him in the Grave.
Whilst we lament thy Fate. Enter Caius Lucius, Captains and Souldiers, with Drum and Colours.

Capt.
To them the Succours sent from Gaul will joyn,
And now are setting forth to cross the Sea,
And meet you here at Milford.

Lucius.
What number are they?

Capt.
At least 10000. and all disciplin'd,
Bred to the War, most willing active Spirits,
That promise noble Service; they are coming
Under the Conduct of the bold Shattillion,
Syenna's Brother.

Lucius.
Oh I know him well, a most methodical Courtier:
But when d'ye expect 'um?

Capt.
With the next benefit of Wind.

Lucius.
This forwardness makes our hopes fair. What News
Have you from Ludds-Town?

Capt.
The Queen is dead, raging with desperate madness
For the absence of her Son late strangely lost,
And as they fear is murdered. But I hear the old King
Comes forward with his Power.

Lucius.
We shall the sooner meet him;
And Cæsar shall have Tribute, or we'le shed
Our Roman Blood in Britain. What's here?
A Boy
Asleep I think, or dead; let's see his Face.

Capt.
He is alive, my Lord.

Lucius.
What art thou, Youth?

Eugen.
I am nothing; or if something,
'Twere better I were nothing.

Lucius.
This Countrey sure
Is savage grown: This Morning in yon Wood
I found an old Man, his Eyes just put out, wounded,
And freshly bleeding: And not far off from him,
A tender Virgin, running with Hair dishelved,
And crying to Heaven for succour; whom strait I seiz'd,
And carried to my Tent, where now they are.

Capt.
I saw 'um, and heard since they are of quality.

Lucius.
Look up, Youth, I'le entertain thee,

Thou shalt go with me.

Eugen.
I beseech you, Sir, excuse me.

Lucius.
By no means; I like thee well, thou shalt be my Page.

Eugen.
He's going with an Army 'gainst my Father;
I'th' Battel sure I cannot miss a death,
Amongst so many Swords. Well, Sir, if I must go.

Lucius.
Leave soft Grief,
And bend thy mind to th' War; if thou dost nobly,
Cæsar shall honour thee. March. [Exeunt, Scene shuts upon Cloten's dead Body. Enter Bellarius, Palladore, Arviragus.

Pallad.
We are discover'd: Here, Sir, take your Sword,
And let's adventure out; 'tis much better
To brave a dangerous Fate, than tamely suffer it.
Pray let's to th' Army.

Bellar.
I shall be discover'd,
And then be rack'd and tortur'd.

Arvir.
Do not fear it:
This is, Sir, not a time for private Fewds;
Besides the Frost of twenty nipping Winters,
As many Summers Heats furrow that Brow
Which once was smooth: You look not now, my Father,
As you did then, when lusty Youth and Vigour
Sate blushing on your Cheek.

Pallad.
Consuming Time,
That alters every thing, you cannot doubt,
Has chang'd you much from what you were.

Bellar.
I know it;
And since your Valours prompt you to the War,
I'le hazard with good will remaining Life,
To get you Fame.

Pallad.
Whilst we have any Life, yours, Sir, shall be in safety.
Come, Brother, let's to the King's Party, 'tis the noblest way;
For never shall it be declar'd hereafter,
That our first Onset in the Race of Honour,
Was in ignoble Fight against our Countrey.

Bellar.
'Tis honourable Advice, and shall be follow'd.
And now methinks I wish to be in Battel:
Once more, Bellarius, draw thy Sword for Britain,
This Sword that made the all conquering Julius
Stoop to the Earth, and groveling kiss the Dust,
When like another Cyclops, the sound stroak
Made his well-temper'd Helm shed sparks of Fire.
This Sword shall once more know the Toyles of War,
And reek with Victory.

Pallad.
With Victory?

Oh Royal Sound, the Prize of honour'd Valour!
Let's on, let's on.

Arvir.
Methinks my Heart grows bigger,
And swells within my Breast, to meet the Fame
My fatal Sword shall purchase. Oh my Father!
The thought of your fam'd Deeds so steels my Courage,
That when I'me full of Wounds, begrum'd with Dust,
Spotted with Blood, and hemm'd about with Enemies,
I shall break through like the young God of War:
With Blood of Foes the neighb'ring Valleys fill,
Like Lightning scatter, and like Thunder kill. [Exeunt. The End of the Fourth Act.

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