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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 wish'd
Thou shouldst be colour'd thus. You married ones,
Every good servant does not all commands:
Against my lady's kingdom: 'Tis enough
That, Britain, I have kill'd thy mistress; peace!
I'll give no wound to thee. Therefore, good Heavens, Hear patiently my purpose: I have conceal'd
My Italian weeds, under this semblance of
A Briton peasant: so I'll fight
Against the part I come with; so I'll die
[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 is disarmed.
Post. Or yield thee, Roman, or thou diest!
Post. No; take thy life, and mend it.
With Heaven against me, what is sword or shield?
[Drums, Trumpets, &c.-Exit.
An Engagement between the Britons and the Romans, in which the Romans fly before BELARIUS, GUIDERIUS, and ARVIRAGUS.
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, it seems, come from the fliers. 2 Lord. I did.
Pisanio. No blame be to you, sir; for all was lost,
And but the backs of Britons seen, all flying
With dead men, hurt behind, and cowards living
2 Lord. Where was this lane?
Pisanio. Close by the battle, ditch'd, and wall'd with turf;
Which gave advantage to an ancient soldier ;
Like beasts, which you shun beastly; and may save,
But to look back in frown: stand, stand!"—These
2 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 coward
But by example, 'gan to look
The way that they did, and to grin like lions.
A rout, confusion thick; and the event,
2 Lord. This was strange chance.—
An old man, two boys, and a poor rustic!
Pisanio. Nay, do not wonder :—go with me, and
These wonders, sir, and join the general joy.
(Drums, Trumpets, &c.—Exeunt.
Another Part of the Forest.
Post. To-day, how many would have given their honours
To have sav'd their carcasses? took heel to do't,
Could not find death, where I did hear him groan; Nor feel him, where he struck.—
Well, I will find him:
No more a Briton, I have resumed again
A Retreat sounded.
Cymbeline, Belarius, Guiderius, Arviragus, Pisanio, and British Soldiers, discovered.
Cym. Stand by my side,
you, whom the gods have
Preservers of my throne. Woe is my heart,
That the poor soldier, that so richly fought,
Whose rags shamed gilded arms, whose naked breast Stepp'd before targe of proof, cannot be found:
He shall be happy, that can find him, if
Our grace can make him so.
Bel. I never saw
Such noble fury in so poor a thing.