Wales. Before the Cave of Belarius.
 Enter BELARIUS, GUIDERIUS, and ARVIRAGUS.

Guiderius	The noise is round about us.

Belarius											Let us from it.

Arviragus	What pleasure, sir, find we in life, to lock it
	From action and adventure?

Guiderius									Nay, what hope
	Have we in hiding us? This way the Romans
	Must or for Britons slay us or receive us
	For barbarous and unnatural revolts
	During their use, and slay us after.

Belarius											Sons,
	We'll higher to the mountains, there secure us.
	To the king's party there's no going;
	Newness of Cloten's death, we being not known, not mustered
	Among the bands, may drive us to a render
	Where we have lived, and so extort from's that
	Which we have done, whose answer would be death
	Drawn on with torture.

Guiderius									This is, sir, a doubt
	In such a time nothing becoming you
	Nor satisfying us.

Arviragus								It is not likely
	That when they hear the Roman horses neigh,
	Behold their quartered fires, have both their eyes
	And ears so cloyed importantly as now,
	That they will waste their time upon our note,
	To know from whence we are.

Belarius										O, I am known
	Of many in the army. Many years,
	Though Cloten then but young, you see not wore him
	From my remembrance. And, besides, the king
	Hath not deserved my service nor your loves,
	Who find in my exile the want of breeding,
	The certainty of this hard life; aye hopeless
	To have the courtesy your cradle promised,
	But to be still hot summer's tanlings, and
	The shrinking slaves of winter.

Guiderius											Than be so,
	Better to cease to be. Pray, sir, to th' army.
	I and my brother are not known; yourself
	So out of thought, and thereto so o'ergrown,
	Cannot be questioned.

Arviragus								By this sun that shines
	I'll thither. What thing is't that I never
	Did see man die, scarce ever looked on blood
	But that of coward hares, hot goats, and venison!
	Never bestrid a horse save one that had
	A rider like myself, who ne'er wore rowel
	Nor iron on his heel! I am ashamed
	To look upon the holy sun, to have
	The benefit of his blest beams, remaining
	So long a poor unknown.

Guiderius										By heavens, I'll go,
	If you will bless me, sir, and give me leave,
	I'll take the better care; but if you will not,
	The hazard therefore due fall on me by
	The hands of the Romans!

Arviragus									So say I, Amen.

Belarius	No reason I, since of your lives you set
	So slight a valuation, should reserve
	My cracked one to more care. Have with you, boys!
	If in your country wars you chance to die,
	That is my bed too, lads, and there I'll lie.
	Lead, lead.
	[Aside.] The time seems long; their blood thinks scorn
	Till it fly out and show them princes born.
													[Exeunt.
