Ev'n to the note o' th' King, or I'll fall in them: SCENE IX. Changes to the foreft. Enter Belarius, Guiderus, and Arviragus. Guid. The noise is round about us. Bel. Let us from it. Arv. What pleasure, Sir, find we in life, to lock it From action and adventure? Guid. Nay, what hope Have we in hiding us? this way the Romans During their use, and flay us after. Bel. Sons, We'll higher to the mountains, there fecure us. Where we have liv'd; and fo extort from us That which we've done, whose answer would be death Drawn on with torture. Guid. This is, Sir, a doubt (In fuch a time) nothing becoming you, Nor fatisfying us. Aro. It is not likely, That when they hear the Roman horfes neigh, Behold their quarter'd fires, have both their eyes. Bel. Oh, I am known Of many in the army; many years, Though Cloten then but young, (you fee), not wore him From my remembrance. And, besides, the King Hath not deferv'd my fervice, nor your loves, Who find in my exile the want of breeding; The certainty of this hard life, aye hopelets, • a render, for a confeffian. † i., employed: To have the courtefy your cradle promis'd; Guid. Than be fo, Better to cease to be. Pray, Sir, to th' army. I and my brother are not known; yourself Arv. By this fun that shines, I'll thither; what thing is it, that I never A rider like myself who ne'er wore rowel, Guid. By heav'ns, I'll go. If you will blefs me, Sir, and give me leave, Arv. So fay I, Amen. Bel. No reafon I (fince of your lives you fet So flight a valuation) should reserve My crack'd one to more care. Have with you, boys: If in your country-wars you chance to die, That is my bed too, lads; and there I'll lie. Lead, lead; the time feems long: their blood thinks fcorn [Afide Till it fly out, and fhew them princes born. [Exeunt. ACT V. SCENE I. A field between the British and Roman camps. TEA, bloody cloth, I'll keep thee; for I wish'd Poft. YE ried ones, If each of you would take this course, how many For wrying but a little? Oh, Pifanio! Me, wretch, more worth your vengeance. But, alack, -you fome permit To fecond ills with ills, each worfe than other, Peace! And make them dreaded, to the doers' thrift. [Exit, Enter Lucius, Iachimo, and the Roman army at one door; and the British army at another; Leonatus Pofthumus following like a poor foldier. They march over, and go out. Then enter again in skirmish lachimo and Posthumus; he vanquisheth and difarmeth lachimo, and then leaves him. Iach. The heavinefs and guilt within my bofom As I wear mine, are titles but of fcorn. If that thy gentry, Britain, go before This lowt, as he exceeds our lords, the odds 1s, that we scarce are men, and you are gods. [Exit. The battle continues; the Britons fly; Cymbeline is taken; then enter to his refcue, Belarius, Guiderius, and Arviragus. Bel Stand, ftand; we have th'advantage of the ground; That lane is guarded: nothing routs us, but The villany of our fears. Guid. Arv. Stand, ftand, and fight. Enter Pofthumus, and feconds the Britons. They refcue Cymbeline, and exeunt. Then enter Lucius, Iachimo, and Imogen. Luc. Away, boy, from the troops, and fave thyself; For friends kill friends, and the diforder's fuch As war were hoodwink'd. Iach. 'Tis their fresh supplies. Luc. It is a day turn'd firangely. Or betimes Let's reinforce, or fly. [Exeunt. SCENE II. Another part of the field of battle. Enter Pofthumus, and a British Lord. Lord. Cam'st thou from where they made the ftand? Poft. I did: Though you, it feems, came from the fliers. Lord. I did. Poft. No blame be to you, Sir; for all was loft, But that the heavens fought the King hinfelf Of his wings deftitute, the army broken, • And but the backs of Britons feen; all flying Through a ftraight lane, the enemy full hearted, Lolling the tongue with flaughtering, having work • More plentiful, than tools to do't, ftruck down Some mortally, fome flightly touch'd, fome falling Merely through fear, that the ftraight pass was damm'd With dead men, hurt behind, and cowards living To die with lengthen'd fhame. Lord. Where was this lane? Poft, Clofe by the battle, ditch'd and wall'd with Which gave advantage to an ancient foldier, [turf, (An honest one, I warrant), who deferv'd So long a breeding as his white beard came to, Than thofe for prefervation cas'd, or fhame *), The reft do nothing), with this word, Stand, ftand, Part fhame, part fpirit renew'd; that fome turn'd Damn'd in the first beginners!) 'gan to look [cowards A rout confufion-thick. Forthwith they ́fly The life o' th' need; having found the back-door open Lord. This was strange chance; • Shame, for modesty. + Some, fox that part which VOL, VII. X |