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GUIDERIUS. Feare no more the heate o’ th’ Sun,
Nor the furious Winters rages,
Thou thy worldly task hast don,
Home art gone, and ta’en thy wages.
Golden Lads and Girles all must
As Chimney-Sweepers, come to dust.
ARVIRAGUS. Feare no more the frowne o’ th’ Great,
Thou art past the Tirants stroke,
Care no more to cloath and eate,
To thee the Reede is as the Oake:
The Scepter, Learning, Physic, must,
All follow this and come to dust.
GUIDERIUS. Feare no more the Lightning flash.
ARVIRAGUS. Nor th’ all-dreaded Thunderstone.
GUIDERIUS. Feare not Slander, Censure rash.
ARVIRAGUS. Thou hast finish’d joy and moan.
BOTH. All Lovers young all Lovers must
Consigne to thee and come to dust.
GUIDERIUS. No Exorcisor harme thee,
ARVIRAGUS. Nor no witch-craft charme thee;
GUIDERIUS. Ghost unlaid forbeare thee;
ARVIRAGUS. Nothing ill come neere thee.
BOTH. Quiet consummation have,
And renowned be thy grave.
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Cymbeline, William Shakespeare