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Hear patiently my purpose: I'll disrobe me
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 vanguishes and disa armeth IACHIMO, and then leaves him. lach. The heaviness, and guilt, within my
bosom Takes off my manhood: I have bely'd a lady, The princess of this country, and the air on't Revengingly enfeebles me; Or could this carle, A very drudge of nature's, have subdu'd me, In my profession ? Knighthoods and honours, borne As I wear mine, are titles but of scorn.
40 If that thy gentry, Britain, go before
This lout, as he exceeds our lords, the odds
taken: iken enter to his rescue, BELARIŲS, Gui-
ground; The lane is guarded : nothing routs us, but The villany of our fears.
Guid. Arv. Stand, stand, and fight!
Enter PostHUMUS, and seconds the Britons. They
rescue CYMBELINE, and Exeunt. Then, enter Lu. CIUS, IACHIMO, and IMOGEN. Luc. Away, boy, from the troops, and save thy:
self: For friends kill friends, and the disorder's such As war were hood-wiuk'd.
lach. 'Tis their fresh supplies.
Luc. It is a day turn'd strangely : Or betimes Let's re-inforce, or fly.
Another Part of the Field. Enter POSTHUMUS, and a
Lord. Cam'st thou from where they made the stand?
Post. I did:
Lord. I did.
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,
60 And but the backs of Britons seen, all flying Tbrough 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 shanve.
Lord. Where was this lane?
80 To darkness fleet, souls that fly backwards ! Stand ; Or we are Romans, and will give you that Like beasts, which you shun beastly; and may save,
But to look back in frown: stand, stand. These three,
90 Part, shame, part, spirit renew'd; that some, turn'd
coward But by example (0, a sin in war, Damn'd in the first beginners !) 'gan to look The way that they did, and to grin like lions Upon the pikes o' the hunters. Then began A stop i' the chaser, a retire; anon, A rout, confusion thick: Forthwith they Ay Chickens, the way which they stoop'd eagles; slaves, The strides they victors made: And now our cowards (Like fragments in hard voyages, became The life o' the need), having found the back-door
open Of the unguarded hearts, Heavens, how they wound! Some, slain before ; some, dying ; some, their
Lord. This was strange chance :
Rather to wonder at the things you hear,
Lord. Nay, be not angry, sir.
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 charmid, 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 131 That draw his knives i' the war.-Well, I will find