Luc. 'Lack, good youth! Thou mov'st no less with thy complaining, than Thy master in bleeding: Say, thy name, good boy. Imog. Fidele, sir. Luc. Thy name well fits thy faith : Wilt take thy chance with me? I will not say, Go with me. Imog. I'll follow, sir. But, first, an't please the gods, I'll hide my master from the flies, as deep As these poor pick-axes can dig: and when With wild-wood leaves, and weeds, I have strew'd his grave, And on it said a century of prayers, Such as I can, twice o'er, I'll weep, and sigh; And, leaving so his service, follow you,. So please you, entertain me. Luc. Ay, good youth; And rather father thee, than master thee.- The boy hath taught us manly duties: Let us Boy, he is preferr'd By thee, to us; and he shall be interr'd As soldiers can.-Be cheerful, wipe thine eyes: [As the SOLDIERS are taking up the Body, the ACT THE FIFTH. SCENE I. The Forest. Drums, Trumpets, &c. · Enter BELARIUS, GUIDERIUS, and ARVIRAGUS, Guid. The noise is round about us. We'll higher to the mountains; there secure us. Drawn on with torture. Guid. This is, sir, a doubt, In such a time, nothing becoming you, Nor satisfying us. Arv. It is not likely, That, when they hear the Roman horses neigh, And ears, so cloy'd importantly as now, Bel. 0, I am known Of many in the army: And, besides, the King Hath not deserved my service nor your loves. I and my brother are not known; yourself, Arv. By this sun that shines, I'll thither! What thing is it, that I never To look upon the holy sun, to have The benefit of his bless'd beams, remaining Guid. By Heavens, I'll go ! If you will bless me, sir, and give me leave, Ary. So say I; Amen! Bel. No reason I, since on your lives So slight a valuation, should reserve you set My crack'd one to more care. Have with you, boys! If in your country wars you chance to die, That is my bed, too, lads, and there I'll lie. [Exeunt. Drums, Trumpets, &c. SCENE II. A Plain, 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, Every good servant does not all commands: Against my lady's kingdom: 'Tis enough A Briton peasant: so I'll fight Against the part I come with; so I'll die Myself I'll dedicate. [Drums, Trumpets, &c. Gods, put the strength o' the Leonati in me! To shame the guise o' the world, I will begin The fashion, less without, and more within. [Drums, Trumpets, &c.-Exit. SCENE III. The Field of Battle. Alarums. An Engagement between the Britons and the Romans— the Britons are repulsed. Enter POSTHUMUS and IACHIMO, fighting.-IACHIMO is disarmed. Post. Or yield thee, Roman, or thou diest ! Post. No; take thy life, and mend it. [Exit. Iach. The heaviness and guilt within my bosom Takes off my manhood: I have belied a lady, The princess of this country, and the air on't Revengingly enfeebles me; or could this carl, A very drudge of nature's, have subdued me In my profession? Knighthoods and honours, borne As I wear mine, are titles but of scorn. With Heaven against me, what is sword or shield? My guilt, my guilt o'erpowers me, and I yield. [Drums, Trumpets, &c.-Exit. An Engagement between the Britons and the Romans, in which the Romans fly before BELARIUS, GUIDERIUS and ARVIRAGUS, |