Arv. So say I; amen. So slight a valuation, should reserve boys! Have with you, 50 If in your country wars you chance to die, blood thinks scorn Till it fly out and show them princes born. Exeunt. ACT FIFTH SCENE I [Britain. The Roman camp.] Enter Posthumus [with a bloody handkerchief]. Post. Yea, bloody cloth, I'll keep thee, for I wish'd Thou shouldst be colour'd thus. You married ones, If each of you should take this course, how many Must murder wives much better than them selves For wrying but a little! O Pisanio! Every good servant does not all commands; No bond but to do just ones. Gods! if you 5 Should have ta'en vengeance on my faults, I never 10 Had liv'd to put on this; so had you saved alack, You snatch some hence for little faults; that's love, To have them fall no more: you some per mit To second ills with ills, each elder worse, 15 And make them dread it, to the doers' thrift. wills, And make me blest to obey! I am brought hither Among the Italian gentry, and to fight Against my lady's kingdom. 'Tis enough That, Britain, I have kill'd thy mistress; peace! 20 I'll give no wound to thee. Therefore, good heavens, 25 Hear patiently my purpose: I'll disrobe me me! To shame the guise o' the world, I will begin 30 SCENE II [Field of battle between the British and Roman camps.] Enter Lucius, Iachimo, and the Roman Army at one door; and the Briton Army at another; Leonatus Posthumus following, like a poor soldier. They march over and go out. Then enter again, in skirmish, Iachimo, and Posthumus: he vanquisheth and disarmeth Iachimo, and then leaves him. Iach. The heaviness and guilt within my bosom Takes off my manhood. I have belied a lady, As I wear mine, are titles but of scorn. If that thy gentry, Britain, go before This lout as he exceeds our lords, the odds 5 Is that we scarce are men and you are gods. 10 Exit. 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 Gui. Arv. Stand, stand, and fight! Re-enter Posthumus, and seconds the Britons. They rescue Cymbeline, and exeunt. Then re-enter Lucius, Iachimo, and Imogen. Luc. Away, boy, from the troops, and save thy Iach. self; For friends kill friends, and the disorder's such As war were hoodwink'd. 15 "Tis their fresh supplies. Luc. It is a day turn'd strangely. Or betimes Let's reinforce, or fly. Exeunt. SCENE III [Another part of the field.] Enter Posthumus and a Briton Lord. Lord. Cam'st thou from where they made the Post. Lord. stand? I did; Though you, it seems, come from the fliers. Post. No blame be to you, sir, for all was lost, I did. |