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A Plain, between the British and Roman Camps.
Enter Posthumus, with a bloody Handkerchief. Post. Yea, bloody cloth, I'll keep thee; for I
[Drums, Trumpets, &c. Gods, put the strength oʻthe Leonati in me! To shame the guise o' the world, I will begin The fashion, less without, and more within.
[Drums, Trumpets, &c.—Exit.
The Field of Battle.
An Engagement between the Britons and the Romans
the Britons are repulsed.
Enter Posthumus and Iachimo, fighting.-- IACHIMO
Post. Or yield thee, Roman, or thou diest !
[Exit. Iach. The heaviness and guilt within my
bosom Takes off my manhood: I have belied a lady, The princess of this country, and the air on't Revengingly enfeebles me; or could this carl, 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. With Heaven against me, what is sword or shield ? My guilt, my guilt o'erpowers me, and I yield.
[Drums, Trumpets, &c.—Exit.
An Engagement between the Britons and the Romans,
in which the Romans fly before BELARIUS, GUIDERIUS, and ARVIRAGUS.
The Forest, near the Cave.
Drums, Trumpets, &c.
Enter Pisanio and Second Lord. 2 Lord. This is a day turn'd strangely. Cam'st thou from where they made the stand ?
Pisanio. I did : Though you,
seems, come from the fliers. 2 Lord. I did.
Pisanio. 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, And but the backs of Britons seen, all flying Through a straight lane: the enemy full hearted, Lolling the tongue with slaughtering, struck down Some mortally, some slightly touch'd, some falling Merely through fear; that the straight pass was
damn'd With dead men, hurt behind, and cowards living To die with lengthen'd shame.
2 Lord. Where was this lane ? • Pisanio. Close by the battle, ditch'd, and walld
with turf; Which gave advantage to an ancient soldier ; (An honest one, I warrant;)—athwart the lane, He, with two striplings, (lads, more like to run The country base, than to commit such slaughter), Made good the passage; cry'd to the fiers, " 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
three2 Lord. Were there but three? Pisanio, There was a fourth man, in a poor rustic
habit, That stood the front with them. These matchless
four, Accommodated by the place, gilded pale looks ; Part, shame; part, spirit renew'd ; that some, turn'd
2 Lord. This was strange chance.-
Pisanio. Nay, do not wonder :—go with me, and These wonders, sir, and join the general joy.
(Drums, Trumpets, &c.—Exeunt.
Enter Posthumus. Post. 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 charm'd,
Could not find death, where I did hear him groan;
shoulder. Great the slaughter is
A Retreat sounded.
Cymbeline, Belarius, Guiderius, Arviragus,
Pisanio, and British Soldiers, discovered. Cym. Stand by my side, you, whom the gods have
rags shamed gilded arms, whose naked breast
Bel. I never saw