1    The noise is round about us.

2    Let us from it.

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

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

10   Sons,
11   We'll higher to the mountains; there secure us.
12   To the king's party there's no going: newness
13   Of Cloten's death--we being not known, not muster'd
14   Among the bands--may drive us to a render
15   Where we have lived, and so extort from's that
16   Which we have done, whose answer would be death
17   Drawn on with torture.

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

21   It is not likely
22   That when they hear the Roman horses neigh,
23   Behold their quarter'd fires, have both their eyes
24   And ears so cloy'd importantly as now,
25   That they will waste their time upon our note,
26   To know from whence we are.

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

37   Than be so
38   Better to cease to be. Pray, sir, to the army:
39   I and my brother are not known; yourself
40   So out of thought, and thereto so o'ergrown,
41   Cannot be question'd.

42   By this sun that shines,
43   I'll thither: what thing is it that I never
44   Did see man die! scarce ever look'd on blood,
45   But that of coward hares, hot goats, and venison!
46   Never bestrid a horse, save one that had
47   A rider like myself, who ne'er wore rowel
48   Nor iron on his heel! I am ashamed
49   To look upon the holy sun, to have
50   The benefit of his blest beams, remaining
51   So long a poor unknown.

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

57   So say I amen.

58   No reason I, since of your lives you set
59   So slight a valuation, should reserve
60   My crack'd one to more care. Have with you, boys!
61   If in your country wars you chance to die,
62   That is my bed too, lads, an there I'll lie:
63   Lead, lead.
Aside
64   The time seems long; their blood
65   thinks scorn,
66   Till it fly out and show them princes born.