Bel. Great greefes I see med'cine the lesse: For Cloten
Is quite forgot. He was a Queenes Sonne, Boyes,
And though he came our Enemy, remember
He was paid for that: though meane, and mighty rotting
Together haue one dust, yet Reuerence
(That Angell of the world) doth make distinction
Of place 'tweene high, and low. Our Foe was Princely,
And though you tooke his life, as being our Foe,
Yet bury him, as a Prince
Gui. Pray you fetch him hither,
Thersites body is as good as Aiax,
When neyther are aliue
Arui. If you'l go fetch him,
Wee'l say our Song the whil'st: Brother begin
Gui. Nay Cadwall, we must lay his head to th' East,
My Father hath a reason for't