Cannot be question'd. Arv. By this Sun 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, Aru. So fay I, Amen. Bel. No reafon I (fince of your lives you fet boys; Have with If in your country wars you chance to die, That is my bed too, lads; and there I'll lye. you, Lead, lead; the time seems long: their blood thinks fcorn 'Till it flie out, and fhew them Princes born. [Exeunt. АСТ ACT V. SCENE I A Field between the British and Roman Camps. Enter Pofthumus, with a bloody bankerchief. POSTHUM U S. YEA, bloody cloth, I'll keep thee; for I wifht, Thou fhould't be colour'd thus. You married Ones, If each of you would take this course, how many Every good fervant does not all Commands: ; Me, wretch, more worth your vengeance. But alack, My Myfelf I'll dedicate. Let me make men know [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 Iachimo, and Pofthumus; be vanquisheth and difarmeth Iachimo, and then leaves him. Iach. The heavinefs and guilt, within my bofom, Takes off my manhood; I've bely'd a lady, The Princefs of this country; and the air on't Revengingly enfeebles me: or could this carle, A very drudge of nature, have subdu’d me In my profeffion? Knighthoods, and Honours born, As I wear mine, are titles but of fcorn: If that thy gentry, Britaine, go before This lowt, as he exceeds our lords, the odds Is, that we fcarce 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 That lane is guarded: nothing routs us, but 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 disorder's fuch As As war were hood-wink'd. Iach. 'Tis their fresh fupplies. Luc. It is a day turn'd ftrangely. Or betimes Let's re-inforce, or fly. SCENE II. [Exeunt. Another Part of the Field of Battle. Enter Pofthumus, and a British Lord. Lord. Cam Am'ft thou from where they made the Poft. I did. Though you, it seems, came from the fliers. Poft. No blame be to you, Sir, for all was loft, damn'd • With dead men, hurt behind, and cowards living • To die with lengthen'd fhame. Lord. Where was this lane? Poft. Close by the battle, ditch'd, and wall'd with turf, Which gave advantage to an ancient foldier, Than I Than those for preservation cas'd, or fhame,) Like beafts, which you fhun beaftly, and may fave But to look back in frown: ftand, ftand.-Thefe three, Three thousand confident, in act as many; (For three performers are the file, when all The reft do nothing;) with this word, Stand, stand, Accommodated by the place, (more charming With their own Noblenefs, which could have turn'd A distaff to a lance) gilded pale looks; 2 Part, shame, part, fpirit-renew'd; that fome, turn'd coward But by example, (oh, a fin in war, Damn'd in the firft beginners!) 'gan to look A rout, confufion-thick. Forthwith they flie Chickens, the way which they stoop'd eagles: slaves, The ftrides they victors 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 flain before, fome dying; fome, their friends O'er-borne i'th' former wave; ten, chac'd by one, Are now each one the slaughter-man of twenty; 1 - for preservation cas'd, or fhame,] Shame, for modefty. that fome, turn'd coward] Some, for that part 2 which. 3 A rout, confufion thick.-] This is read as if it was a thick confufion, and only another term for rout: whereas confufion-thick should be read thus with an hyphen, and is a very beautiful compound epithet to rout. But Shakespear's fine diction is not a little obfcured throughout by thus disfiguring his compound adjectives. Thofe, |