Clot.
Icannot find those runagates: that villain
Hath mock'd me. I am faint.

Bel.
Those runagates!
Means he not us? I partly know him; 'tis
Cloten, the son o'th' queen; I fear some ambush—
I saw him not these many years, and yet
I know 'tis he: we are held as out-laws; hence.

Guid.
He is but one; you and my brother search

What companies are near: pray you away,
Let me alone with him. [Exeunt Bellarius and Arviragus.

Clot.
Soft, what are you
That fly me thus? some villain-mountainers—
I've heard of such. What slave art thou?

Guid.
A thing
More slavish did I ne'er, than answering
A slave without a knock.

Clot.
Thou art a robber,
A law-breaker, a villain; yield thee, thief.

Guid.
To whom? to thee? what art thou? have not I
An arm as big as thine? a heart as big?
Thy words I grant are bigger: for I wear not
My dagger in my mouth. Say what thou art,
Why I should yield to thee?

Clot.
Thou villain base,
Know'st me not by my cloaths?

Guid.
No nor thy tailor,
Who is thy grandfather; he made those cloaths,
Which, as it seems, make thee.

Clot.
Thou precious varlet!
My tailor made them not.

Guid.
Hence then, and thank
The man that gave them thee. Thou art some fool,
I'm loath to beat thee.

Clot.
Thou injurious thief,
Hear but my name, and tremble.

Guid.
What's thy name?

Clot.
Cloten, thou villain.

Guid.
Cloten, then double villain be thy name,
I cannot tremble at it; were it toad, adder, spider,
'Twould move me sooner.

Clot.
To thy further fear,

Nay, to thy meer confusion, thou shalt know
I'm son to th' queen.

Guid.
I'm sorry for't; not seeming
So worthy as thy birth.

Clot.
Art not afraid?

&plquo;Guid.
&plquo;Those that I rev'rence, those I fear; the wise:
&plquo;At fools I laugh, not fear them.

Clot.
Die the death:
When I have slain thee with my proper hand,
I'll follow those that even now fled hence,
And on the gates of Lud's town set your heads;
Yield rustick mountaineer. [Fight and Exeunt.

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