A rider like myself, who ne'er wore rowel, To look upon the holy sun, to have The benefit of his bless'd beams, remaining Gui. By heavens, I'll go. The hands of Romans. Arv. So say I. Amen. you set Bel. No reason I, since of Have with you, boys. Lead, lead.-[Aside.] The time seems long; their blood thinks scorn, Till it fly out, and show them princes born. [Exeunt. ACT V. SCENE I. A Field 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 should'st be colour'd thus. You married ones, If each of you should take this course, how many Must murder wives much better than themselves, 6 for I wish'd] "For I am wish'd" in the editions before that of Pope. Perhaps "I am wish'd" ought to be taken for "I have wish'd;" one auxiliary verb being used instead of another. For wrying but a little?-O, Pisanio! Every good servant does not all commands; Me, wretch, more worth your vengeance. But, alack ! Against my lady's kingdom: 'tis enough [Exit. 7 Had liv'd to PUT ON this:] To "put on" is to incite or instigate. See "Hamlet," Vol. vii. p. 348, "Of deaths put on by cunning." 8 And make them dread it, to the doer's thrift.] This obscure line has occasioned dispute; but Monck Mason seems to have best given the sense of the original words, (from which some of the commentators have varied) when he says that they mean, " Some you snatch from hence for little faults; others you suffer to heap ills on ills, and afterwards make them dread their having done so, to the eternal welfare of the doers." SCENE II. The Same. Enter at one Side, LUCIUS, IACHIMO, and the Roman Army: at the other Side, the British Army; LEONATUS POSTHUMUS following like a poor Soldier. They march over and go out. Alarums. Then enter again in skirmish, IACHIMO and POSTHUMUS: he vanquisheth and disarmeth IACHIMO, and then leaves him. Iach. The heaviness and guilt within my bosom If that thy gentry, Britain, go before This lout, as he exceeds our lords, the odds Is, that we scarce are men, and you are gods. [Exit. The Battle continues: the Britons fly; CYMBELINE is taken then enter, to his rescue, BELARIUS, GUIDERIUS, and ARVIRAGUS. Bel. Stand, stand! We have the advantage of the ground. The lane is guarded: nothing routs us, but The villainy of our fears. Gui. Arv. Stand, stand, and fight! 9 - or could this CARL,] "Carl" and churl seem to have been the same word, and both derived from the Saxon ceorl, or from the Gothic karl. It means a rustic or clown, and it is so used by Chaucer. We have had carlot in Vol. iii. p. 70. Enter POSTHUMUS, and seconds the Britons; they rescue CYMBELINE, 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 supplies. [Exeunt. Luc. It is a day turn'd strangely: or betimes Let's re-enforce, or fly. SCENE III. Another Part of the Field. Enter POSTHUMUS and a British Lord. Lord. Cam'st thou from where they made the stand? Post. Though you, it seems, come from the fliers. I did; I did. Lord. Post. No 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 strait lane: the enemy full-hearted, 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 strait pass was damm'd With dead men hurt behind, and cowards living To die with lengthen'd shame. Lord. Where was this lane? Post. Close by the battle, ditch'd, and wall'd with turf; Which gave advantage to an ancient soldier, An honest one, I warrant; who deserv'd So long a breeding, as his white beard came to, Than those for preservation cas'd, or shame) Like beasts, which you shun beastly, and may save, three, Three thousand confident, in act as many, (For three performers are the file, when all The rest do nothing) with this word, "stand, stand!" With their own nobleness, (which could have turn'd Part shame, part spirit renew'd; that some, turn'd coward But by example (O, a sin in war, Damn'd in the first beginners!) 'gan to look A rout, confusion thick: forthwith they fly, The life o' the need: having found the back-door open The country BASE,] i. e. The country game of prison-base, or prison-bars, mentioned by many old writers by the name of base; but by Drayton in his "Polyolbion," Song 30, called "prison-base." |