Guid. Than be fo, Better to cease to be. I and my brother are Pray, fir, to the army: So out of thought, and thereto fo' o'ergrown, Arv. By this fun that fhines, I'll thither: What thing is it, that I never Did fee man die? fcarce ever look'd on blood, A rider like myself, who ne'er wore rowel If Guid. By heavens, I'll go : you will bless me, fir, and give me leave, I'll take the better care; but if you will not, The hazard therefore due fall on me, by The hands of Romans! Arv. So fay I; Amen. Bel. No reafon I, fince of lives fet your So flight a valuation, should reserve you 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, 'Till it fly out, and fhew them princes born. [Afide. [Exeunt. o'ergrown,]-in beard. ACT V. SCENE I A Field, between the British and Roman Camps. Enter Pofthumus, with a bloody handkerchief. Poft. Yea, bloody cloth, I'll keep thee; for I wifh'd Thou should'st be colour'd thus. You married ones, If each of you would take this course, how many Muft murder wives much better than themselves i For wrying but a little ?-O, Pifanio! * Every good fervant does not all commands: Me, wretch, more worth your vengeance. But, alack, To have them fall no more: you fome permit m To fecond ills with ills, each elder worfe; And make them dread it, But Imogen is your own: to the doers' thrift. Do your best wills, And make me bleft to obey !I am brought hither Against my lady's kingdom: 'Tis enough That, Britain, I have kill'd thy mistress; peace! hbloody clotb,]-the token of Imogen's death, fent by Pifanio. wrying-twerving, fraying. * Every good fervan:] It is the curfe of kings," &c. KING JOHN, Act IV. S. 2. K. Jokn. A& 1 to put on]-to inftigate to. m each clder worfe ; &c.]-each deed of an old finner being worfe than the preceding; till at length, pierced with a review of their accumulated enormities, they become exemplary penitents, I'll give no wound to thee. Therefore, good heavens, [Exit. Enter Lucius, Iachimo, and the Roman army at one door; and the British army at another; Leonatus Pofthumus following it 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. carle, Iach. The heavinefs, and guilt, within my bofom If that thy gentry, Britain, go before This lout, as he exceeds our lords, the odds Is, that we fcarce are men, and you are gods. [Exit. the guife]-the custom, practice. · carle,]-cburl-clown, ruftic, boor, The The battle continues; the Britons fly; Cymbeline is taken: then enter to his refcue, Belarius, Guiderius, and Arviragus. Bel. Stand, ftand! We have the advantage of the ground; The lane is guarded:. nothing routs us, but The villainy of our fears. Guid. Ary. Stand, ftand, and fight! Enter Pofthumus, and feconds the Britons. They refcue Cym beline, 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 hood-wink'd. Iach. 'Tis their fresh fupplies. Luc. It is a day turn'd strangely: Or betimes Let's re-inforce, or fly. [Exeunt. Another Part of the Field. Enter Pofthumus, and a British Lord. Lord. Cam'ft thou from where they made the stand? Poft. I did: Though you, it feems, come from the fliers. Lord. I did. Poft. No blame be to you, fir; for all was loft, Of his wings deftitute,]-Could not escape. Through Through a strait lane; the enemy full-hearted, Lord. Where was this lane? Poft. Close by the battle, ditch'd, and wall'd with turf; Which gave advantage to an ancient foldier, An honeft one, I warrant; who deferv'd So long a breeding, as his white beard came to,, Like beafts, which you fhun beastly; and may fave, The rest do nothing) with this word, stand, stand, With their own nobleness, (which could have turn'd Part, fhame, part, fpirit renew'd; that fome, turn'd coward damm'd]-clofed up. a breeding,]-a life, a time to live again. athwart the lane,]-throwing himself across the lane. to run the country bafe,]-to play at prifon base. Two GENTLEMEN OF VERONA, Vol. I. p. 96. Luc. confident,]-in boldness. But |