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Ev'n to the note o'thKing, or I'll fall in them: all other doubts, by time let them be clear'd; Fortune brings in some boats that are not steer'd. [Exit.
SCENE IX. Changes to the forest.
Enter Belarius, Guiderus, and Arviragus.
Arv. What pleasure, Sir, find we io life, to lock it From action and adventure ?
Guid. Nay, what hope
Guid. This is, Sir, a doubt
Aro. It is not likely,
Bel, Oh, I am known
many in the army; many years, Though Cloten then but young, (you fee), not wore hima From my remembrance. And, besides, the King Hath not deserv'd my service, nor your loves, Who find in my exile the want of breeding; The certainty of this hard life, nye hopelets
a render, for a confeffione ☆ 1,6, employedi
To have the courtesy your cradle promis'd;
Guid. Than be fo,
Arv. By this fun that shines,
Guid. By heav'ns, I'll go.
Aru. So say I, Amen.
fet So flight a valuation) should reserve My crack'd one to more care. Have with you, boys : It in your country-wars you chance to die, That is my bed too, lads; and there l'll lie. Lead, lead; the time seems long : their blood thinks scorn
[ Aside Till it fly out, and shew them princes born. [Exeunt.
V. SCE N E I.
TEA, bloody cloth, I'll keep thee; for I wish'd
Poft. Y . mar
If each of you would take this course, how many
For wrying but a little ? Oh, Pifanio!
best wills, And make me bless'd t'obey! I am brought hither Among th' Italian gentry, and to fight Against my Lady's kingdom; 'tis enough, That, Britain, I have kill'd thy mistreis. Peace! I'll give no wound to thee. Therefore, good heav'ns, Hear patiently my purpose. I'll difrobe me Of these Italian weeds, and suit myself As do's a Briton peasant ; so I'll fight Against the part I come with ; so I'll die For thee, O Imogen, for whom my life Is, ev'ry breath, a death ; and thus unknown, Pitied, nor hated, to the face of peril Myselt I'll dedicate. Let me make men know More valour in me than my habit shews ; Gods, put the strength o' th’ Leonati in me! To shame the guise o' th' world, I will begin The fashion, less without, and more within.
[Exit. Enter Lucius, Iachimo, and the Roman army at one door;
und the British army at another; Leonatus Posthumus following like a poor soldier. They march over, and go out. Then enter again in skirmish lachimo and Posthumus; he vanquisbeth and difarmeth lachimo, and then leaves him.
lach. The heaviness and guilt within my bosom
As I wear mine, are titles but of scorn.
then enter to his rescue, Belarius, Guiderius, and Arviragus.
Bel Stand, stand; we have th’advantage of the ground; That 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 rescut Cymbeline, and exeunt.
Then enter Lucius, Iachimo, and Imogen. Luc. Away, boy, from the troops, and save thyself; For friends kill friends, and the disorder's such As war were hoodwink'd.
lach. 'Tis their freth supplies.
Luc. It is a day turn’d strangely. Or betimes Let's reinforce, or fly.
[Exeunt. SCENE II. Another part of the field of battle.
Enter Posthumus, and a British Lord.
Poft. I did ;
Lord. I did,
Poft. No blame be to you, Sir; for all was lost, But that the heavens fought : the King hinifelf • of his wings destitute, the army broken, • And but the backs of Britons seen; all flying • Through a straight lane, the enemy full hearted, • Lolling the tongue with flaughtering, having work • More plentiful; than tools to do't, struck down • Some mortally, fome slightly touch'd, fomie falling "Merely through fear, that the straight pass was damm'd • With dead men, hurt behind, and cowards living
To die with lengthen'd shame.
Lord. Where was this lane ?
Poft, Close by the battle, ditch'd and walld with Which gave advantage to an ancient soldier, [turf, (An honest one, I warrant), who deferv'd So long a breeding as his white beard came to, In doing this for's country. 'Thwart the lane, He, with two stripplings, lads, more like to run The country base, than to commit such flaughter'; With faces fit for masks, or rather fairer Than those for preservation cas'd, or shame *), Made good the passage, cry'd to those that fled, Our Britain's harts die flying, not our men ; 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, Three thousand confident, in act as many; (For three performers are the file, when all The rest do nothing), with this word, Stand, stand, Accommodated by the place, (more charming With their own nobleness, which could have turn'd A distaff to a lance), gilded pale looks ; Part shame, part 1pirit renew'd ; that some + turn'd But by example, (oh, a fin in war,
[cowards Damn'd in the firit beginners!) 'gan to look The way that they did, and to grin like lions Upon the pikes o'th' hunters. Then began A stop i'th'chaser, a retire ; anon, A rout confusion-thick. Forthwith they'fly Chickens, the way which they stoop'd eagles: flaves, The strides they vietors made ; and now our cowards, Like fragments
, in hard voyages, became The life o' th' need ; having found the back door open Of the unguarded hearts, heav'ns, how they wound Some lain before, some dying ; fome, their friends D'erborne i? the former wave ; ten, chas'd by one, Are now each one the slaughterman of twenty ; Those that would die or ere resist, are grown The mortal bugs oth' field. Lord. This was strange chance ;
• Shame, for modesty.
† Some, for that part which, VOL. VII.