Gary Taylor, John Jowett, Terri Bourus, and Gabriel Egan (eds), The New Oxford Shakespeare: Critical Reference Edition, Vol. 2
Enter Belarius, Guiderius, & Aruiragus.1
Gui. The noyse is round about vs.
Bel. Let vs from it.Critical Apparatus2
Arui. What pleasure Sir, finde [we] in life, to locke it
3From Action, and Aduenture.
Gui. Nay, what hope
Critical Apparatus4Haue we in hiding vs? This way the Romaines
5Must, or for Britaines slay vs or receiue vs
6For barbarous and vnnaturall Reuolts
7During their vse, and slay vs after.
Critical Apparatus8Wee'l higher to the Mountaines, there secure [vs].
9To the Kings party there's no going: newnesse
10Of Clotens death (we being not knowne, not muster'd
11Among the Bands) may driue vs to a render
pg 342612Where we haue liu'd; and so extort from's that
13Which we haue done, whose answer would be death
14Drawne on with Torture.
Gui. This is (Sir) a doubt
15In such a time, nothing becomming you,
16Nor satisfying vs.
Arui. It is not likely,
Critical Apparatus17That when they heare [the] Roman horses neigh,
Critical Apparatus18Behold their quarter'd [Files]; haue both their eyes
Critical Apparatus19[And] eares so cloyd importantly as now,
20That they will waste their time vpon our note,
21To know from whence we are.
Bel. Oh, I am knowne
22Of many in the Army: Many yeeres
23(Though Cloten then but young) you see, not wore him
24From my remembrance. And besides, the King
25Hath not deseru'd my Seruice, nor your Loues,
26Who finde in my Exile, the want of Breeding;
Critical Apparatus27The certainty of this [hard] life, aye hopelesse
28To haue the courtesie your Cradle promis'd,
29But to be still hot Summers Tanlings, and
30The shrinking Slaues of Winter.
Gui. Then be so,
31Better to cease to be. Pray Sir, to'th'Army:
32I, and my Brother are not knowne; your selfe
33So out of thought, and thereto so ore-growne,
34Cannot be question'd.
Arui. By this Sunne that shines
Critical Apparatus35Ile thither: What thing is't, that I neuer
36Did see man dye, scarse euer look'd on blood,
37But that of Coward Hares, hot Goats, and Venison?
38Neuer bestrid a Horse saue one, that had
39A Rider like my selfe, who ne're wore Rowell,
40Nor Iron on his heele? I am asham'd
41To looke vpon the holy Sunne, to haue
42The benefit of his blest Beames, remaining
43So long a poore vnknowne.
Gui. By heauens Ile go,
44If you will blesse me Sir, and giue me leaue,
45Ile take the better care: but if you will not,
46The hazard therefore due fall on me, by
47The hands of Romaines.
Arui. So say I, Amen.48Exeunt.
Bel. No reason I (since of your liues you set
49So slight a valewation) should reserue
50My crack'd one to more care. Haue with you Boyes:
pg 342751If in your Country warres you chance to dye,
52That is my Bed too (Lads) and there Ile lye.
53Lead, lead; the time seems long, their blood thinks scorn
54Till it flye out, and shew them Princes borne.