Hear patiently my purpose: I'll disrobe me SCENE II. 30 Enter LUCIUS, IACHIMO, and the Roman Army at one Door; and the British Army at another; LEONATUS POSTHUMUS following it like a poor Soldier, They march over, and go out. Then enter again in Skirmish IACHIMO and POSTHUMUS: he vanquishes and disarmeth IACHIMO, and then leaves him. lach. The heaviness, and guilt, within my bosom Takes off my manhood: I have bely'd a lady, As I wear mine, are titles but of scorn, If that thy gentry, Britain, go before 40 This lout, as he exceeds our lords, the odds The Battle continues; the Britons fly; CYMBELINE is taken: then enter to his rescue, BELARIUS, GUIDERIUS, and ARVIRAGUS. Bel. Stand, stand! We have the advantage of the ground; The lane is guarded: nothing routs us, but Guid. Arv. Stand, stand, and fight! Enter POSTHUMUS, and seconds the Britons. They rescue CYMBELINE, and Exeunt. Then, enter LuCIUS, IACHIMO, and IMOGEN. Luc. Away, boy, from the troops, and save thy. self: For friends kill friends, and the disorder's such lach. 'Tis their fresh supplies. Luc. It is a day turn'd strangely: Or betimes Let's re-inforce, or fly. SCENE III. 50 [Exeunt. Another Part of the Field. Enter POSTHUMUS, and a British Lord. Lord. Cam'st thou from where they made the stand? Post. Post. I did: Though you, it seems, come from the fliers. 60 Post. No blame be to you, sir; for all was lost, But that the heavens fought: The king himself Of his wings destitute, the army broken, And but the backs of Britons seen, all flying Through a strait lane; the enemy full-hearted, Lolling the tongue with slaughtering, having work More plentiful than tools to do't, struck down Some mortally, some slightly touch'd, some falling Merely through fear; that the strait pass was damm'd With dead men, hurt behind, and cowards living To die with lengthen'd shame. Lord. Where was this lane? Post. Close by the battle, ditch'd, and wall'd with turf; Which gave advantage to an ancient soldier- So long a breeding, as his white beard came to, Than those for preservation cas'd, or shame), 70 80 But But to look back in frown: stand, stand. These three, Three thousand confident, in act as many The rest do nothing), with this word, stand, stand, coward 90 But by example (O, a sin in war, open 100 Of the unguarded hearts, Heavens, how they wound! Some, slain before; some, dying; some, their friends O'er-borne i' the former wave: ten, chac'd by one, Lord. This was strange chance: Rather Rather to wonder at the things you hear, Who dares not stand his foe, I'll be his friend: I know, he'll quickly fly my friendship too. Lord. Farewel; you are angry. 111 120 [Exit. Post. Still going ?-This is a lord! O noble misery ! To be i' the field, and ask, what news, of me! To day, how many would have given their honours To have sav'd their carcasses? took heel to do't, And yet died too? I, in mine own woe charm'd, Could not find death, where I did hear him groan; Nor feel him, where he struck: Being an ugly monster, 'Tis strange, he hides him in fresh cups, soft beds, Sweet words; or hath more ministers than we That draw his knives i' the war. - Well, I will find him: For, being now a favourer to the Roman, No more a Briton, I have resum'd again 131 The part I came in: Fight I will no more, But yield me to the veriest hind, that shall Once touch my shoulder. Great the slaughter is Here made by the Roman; great the answer be : Britons |