GUIDERIUS

I do note
That grief and patience, rooted in him both,
Mingle their spurs together.

ARVIRAGUS

Grow, patience!
And let the stinking elder, grief, untwine
His perishing root with the increasing vine!

BELARIUS

It is great morning. Come, away!–
Who's there?

Enter CLOTEN

CLOTEN

I cannot find those runagates; that villain
Hath mock'd me. I am faint.

BELARIUS

'Those runagates!'
Means he not us? I partly know him: 'tis
Cloten, the son o' the queen. I fear some ambush.
I saw him not these many years, and yet
I know 'tis he. We are held as outlaws: hence!

GUIDERIUS

He is but one: you and my brother search
What companies are near: pray you, away;
Let me alone with him.

Exeunt BELARIUS and ARVIRAGUS

CLOTEN

Soft! What are you
That fly me thus? some villain mountaineers?
I have heard of such. What slave art thou?

GUIDERIUS

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

CLOTEN

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

GUIDERIUS

To who? 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?

CLOTEN

Thou villain base,
Know'st me not by my clothes?

GUIDERIUS

No, nor thy tailor, rascal,
Who is thy grandfather: he made those clothes,
Which, as it seems, make thee.