ACT V. SCENE 1. A Field, between the British and Roman Camps. Enter POSTHUMUS, with a bloody Handkerchief. Posthumus. YEA, bloody cloth, I'll keep thee; for I wish'd Thou should'st be colour'd thus. You married ones, If each of you would take this course, how many Every good servant does not all commands: alack, You snatch some hence for little faults; that's love, Against my lady's kingdom: 'Tis enough 10 That, Britain, I have kill'd thy mistress; peace! 20 I'll give no wound to thee, Therefore, good heavens, Hear |