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. 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, 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 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 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 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 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 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, 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 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 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:
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 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.' 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.
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!
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, '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 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;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. 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, 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 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 LEONATUSto CYMBELINE, who delivers him over to a Gaoler: then exeunt omnes SCENE IV. A British prison. Enter POSTHUMUS LEONATUS and two Gaolers First Gaoler You shall not now be stol'n, you have locks upon you;So graze as you find pasture. Second Gaoler Ay, or a stomach.
Exeunt Gaolers POSTHUMUS LEONATUS Most welcome, bondage! for thou art away, think, to liberty: yet am I better Than one that's sick o' the gout; since he had rather Groan so in perpetuity than be cured By the sure physician, death, who is the key To unbar these locks. My conscience, thou art fetter'd More than my shanks and wrists: you good gods, give me The penitent instrument to pick that bolt, Then, free for ever! Is't enough I am sorry?
So children temporal fathers do appease;
Gods are more full of mercy. Must I repent?
I cannot do it better than in gyves, Desired more than constrain'd: to satisfy, If of my freedom 'tis the main part, take No stricter render of me than my all.
I know you are more clement than vile men, Who of their broken debtors take a third, A sixth, a tenth, letting them thrive again On their abatement: that's not my desire:
For Imogen's dear life take mine; and though 'Tis not so dear, yet 'tis a life; you coin'd it:
'Tween man and man they weigh not every stamp;Though light, take pieces for the figure's sake:
