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Cymbeline

ACT V SCENE IIIAnother part of the field.
Enter POSTHUMUS LEONATUS and a British Lord
LordCamest thou from where they made the stand?
POSTHUMUS LEONATUSI did.
Though you, it seems, come from the fliers.
LordI did. 5
POSTHUMUS LEONATUSNo 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, 10
Lolling the tongue with slaughtering, having work
More plentiful than tools to do’t, struck down
Some mortally, some slightly touch’d, some falling
Merely through fear; that the straight pass was damm’d
With dead men hurt behind, and cowards living 15
To die with lengthen’d shame.
LordWhere was this lane?
POSTHUMUS LEONATUSClose by the battle, ditch’d, and wall’d with turf;
Which gave advantage to an ancient soldier,
An honest one, I warrant; who deserved 20
So long a breeding as his white beard came to,
In doing this for’s country: athwart the lane,
He, with two striplings-lads more like to run
The country base than to commit such slaughter
With faces fit for masks, or rather fairer 25
Than those for preservation cased, or shame–
Made good the passage; cried to those that fled,
‘Our Britain s harts die flying, not our men:
To darkness fleet souls that fly backwards. Stand;
Or we are Romans and will give you that 30
Like beasts which you shun beastly, and may save,
But to look back in frown: stand, stand.’
These three,
Three thousand confident, in act as many–
For three performers are the file when all 35
The rest do nothing–with this word ‘Stand, stand,’
Accommodated by the place, more charming
With their own nobleness, which could have turn’d
A distaff to a lance, gilded pale looks,
Part shame, part spirit renew’d; that some, 40
turn’d coward
But by example–O, a sin in war,
Damn’d in the first beginners!–gan to look
The way that they did, and to grin like lions
Upon the pikes o’ the hunters. Then began 45
A stop i’ the chaser, a retire, anon
A rout, confusion thick; forthwith they fly
Chickens, the way which they stoop’d eagles; slaves,
The strides they victors made: and now our cowards,
Like fragments in hard voyages, became 50
The life o’ the need: having found the backdoor open
Of the unguarded hearts, heavens, how they wound!
Some slain before; some dying; some their friends
O’er borne i’ the former wave: ten, chased by one,
Are now each one the slaughter-man of twenty: 55
Those that would die or ere resist are grown
The mortal bugs o’ the field.
LordThis was strange chance
A narrow lane, an old man, and two boys.
POSTHUMUS LEONATUSNay, do not wonder at it: you are made 60
Rather to wonder at the things you hear
Than to work any. Will you rhyme upon’t,
And vent it for a mockery? Here is one:
‘Two boys, an old man twice a boy, a lane,
Preserved the Britons, was the Romans’ bane.’ 65
LordNay, be not angry, sir.
POSTHUMUS LEONATUS‘Lack, to what end?
Who dares not stand his foe, I’ll be his friend;
For if he’ll do as he is made to do,
I know he’ll quickly fly my friendship too. 70
You have put me into rhyme.
LordFarewell; you’re angry.
POSTHUMUS LEONATUSStill going?
Exit Lord
This is a lord! O noble misery,
To be i’ the field, and ask ‘what news?’ of me! 75
To-day how many would have given their honours
To have saved 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,
Nor feel him where he struck: being an ugly monster, 80
‘Tis strange he hides him in fresh cups, soft beds,
Sweet words; or hath more ministers than we
That draw his knives i’ the war. Well, I will find him
For being now a favourer to the Briton,
No more a Briton, I have resumed again 85
The part I came in: fight I will no more,
But yield me to the veriest hind that shall
Once touch my shoulder. Great the slaughter is
Here made by the Roman; great the answer be
Britons must take. For me, my ransom’s death; 90
On either side I come to spend my breath;
Which neither here I’ll keep nor bear again,
But end it by some means for Imogen.
Enter two British Captains and Soldiers
First CaptainGreat Jupiter be praised! Lucius is taken.
‘Tis thought the old man and his sons were angels. 95
Second CaptainThere was a fourth man, in a silly habit,
That gave the affront with them.
First CaptainSo ’tis reported:
But none of ’em can be found. Stand! who’s there?
POSTHUMUS LEONATUSA Roman, 100
Who had not now been drooping here, if seconds
Had answer’d him.
Second CaptainLay hands on him; a dog!
A leg of Rome shall not return to tell
What crows have peck’d them here. He brags 105
his service
As if he were of note: bring him to the king.
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