Cymbeline

Cymbeline

ACT V SCENE III	Another part of the field.
	Enter POSTHUMUS LEONATUS and a British Lord
Lord	Camest thou from where they made the stand?
POSTHUMUS LEONATUS	I did.
	Though you, it seems, come from the fliers.
Lord	I did.	5
POSTHUMUS LEONATUS	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 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.
Lord	Where was this lane?
POSTHUMUS LEONATUS	Close 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.
Lord	This was strange chance
	A narrow lane, an old man, and two boys.
POSTHUMUS LEONATUS	Nay, 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
Lord	Nay, 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.
Lord	Farewell; you're angry.
POSTHUMUS LEONATUS	Still 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 Captain	Great Jupiter be praised! Lucius is taken.
	'Tis thought the old man and his sons were angels.	95
Second Captain	There was a fourth man, in a silly habit,
	That gave the affront with them.
First Captain	So 'tis reported:
	But none of 'em can be found. Stand! who's there?
POSTHUMUS LEONATUS	A Roman,	100
	Who had not now been drooping here, if seconds
	Had answer'd him.
Second Captain	Lay 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.
	Enter CYMBELINE, BELARIUS, GUIDERIUS, ARVIRAGUS,PISANIO, Soldiers, Attendants, and Roman Captives.The Captains present POSTHUMUS LEONATUS toCYMBELINE, who delivers him over to a Gaoler:then exeunt omnes