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SCENE II. Field of battle between the British
and Roman camps.
Enter, from one side, LUCIUS, IACHIMO, and
the Roman Army; from the other side, the British Army; LEONATUS POSTHUMUS fol. lowing, 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
The battle continues; the Britons fly; CYMBE
LINE is taken : then enter, to his rescue,
BELARIUS, GUIDERIUS, and ARVIRAGUS.
of the ground:
Stand, stand, and fight !
12. lane, narrow defile.
Re-enter POSTHUMUS, and seconds the Britons ;
they rescue CYMBELINE, and exeunt. Then
re-enter Lucius, and IACHIMO, with IMOGEN. Luc, Away, boy, from the troops, and save
'Tis their fresh supplies. Luc. It is a day turn'd strangely: or betimes Let's re-inforce, or fly.
SCENE III. Another part of the field.
Enter POSTHUMUS and a British Lord.
Lord. Camest thou from where they made the
stand ? Post.
I did :
damm'd With dead men hurt behind, and cowards living To die with lengthen'd shame. 8. Lolling the tongue ; a mark of bloodthirstiness in wild beasts.
Where was this lane?
art the lane,
turn'd A distaff to a lance, gilded pale looks, Part shame, part spirit renew'd; that some,
The country base, the 30. the file, the whole force. game of prisoner's base.
32. charming, prevailing as 22. those, i.e. ladies' faces, masked for the sake of their
by a charm. complexion or to avoid exposure. 34. gilded, flushed. The 27. beastly, beastlike.
word was idiomatically used for 28. But to look, merely by 'to make red,' especially with looking
blood or wine.
But by example—0, a sin in war,
slaves, The strides they victors made: and now
cowards, Like fragments in hard voyages, became The life o' the need : having found the back-door
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: Those that would die or ere resist are grown The mortal bugs o' the field. Lord.
This was strange chance:
Post. Nay, do not wonder at it: you are made
Lord. Nay, be not angry, sir.
43. they; Theobald's excellent preserved us in the emergency. correction of Ff the. The bold
mortal buss, deadly use of apposition is one of the terrors. marks of Shakespeare's latest 53. Nay, do not wonder at it: style.
you are made, etc., i.e. the deed 44. fragments, remnants of was only wonderful in the food.
eyes of weaklings who could do 44. became the life o' the need, nothing but wonder.
’Lack, to what end?
Farewell ; you
angry. Post. Still going ? [Exit Lord.] This is a
lord ! O noble misery,
shoulder. Great the slaughter is Here made by the Roman; great the answer be Britons must take. For me, my ransom 's death ; 80 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 Cap. Great Jupiter be praised! Lucius
is taken. Tis thought the old man and his sons were angels.
75. No more a Briton; i.e. at heart, resumes the Roman side, Posthumus, though still a Briton and perhaps the Roman dress.