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’ th’ 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?