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ACT THE FIFTH.
Drums, Trumpets, fc.
Enter BELARIUS, GUIDERIUS, and ARVIRAGUS.
Guid. The noise is round about us.
Bel. Let us from it. We'll higher to the mountains; there secure us. To the king's party there's no going; newness Of Cloten's death" (we being not known, nor muster'd Among the bands), may drive us to a render Where we have liv'd; and so extort from us That, which we have done, whose answer would be
Guid. This is, sir, a doubt,
Aro. It is not likely,
Bel. O, I am known
And, besides, the King
Arv. By this sun that shines,
upon the holy sun, to have
Guid. By Heavens, I'll go!
Arv. So say I; Amen!
Bel. No reason I, since on your lives you set
Have with you, boys !
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A Plain, between the British and Roman Camps.
Enter Posthumus, with a bloody Handkerchief.
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[Drums, Trumpets, &c.—Exit.
The Field of Battle.
An Engagement between the Britons and the Romans
the Britons are repulsed.
Enter Posthumus and IACHIMO, fighting.-IACHIMO
Post. Or yield thee, Roman, or thou diest!
Iach. The heaviness and guilt within my bosom
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An Engagement between the Britons and the Romans,
in which the Romans fly before BELARIUS, GUIDERIUS, and ARVIRAGUS.
The Forest, neur the Cave.
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Enter PISANIO and Second LORD.
2 Lord. This is a day turn'd strangely. Cam’st thou from where they made the stand ?
Pisanio. I did:
2 Lord. I did,
Pisanio. 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, struck down Some mortally, some slightly touch’d, some falling Merely through fear; that the straight pass was
damn'd With dead men, hurt behind, and cowards living To die with lengthen'd shame,
2 Lord. Where was this lane? Pisanio. Close by the battle, ditch'd, and wall'd
with turf; Which gave advantage to an ancient soldier ; (An honest one, I warrant;)--athwart the lane, He, with two striplings, (lads, more like to run The country base, than to commit such slaughter), Made good the passage; cry'd to the fiers, “ Stand ! Or we are Romans, and will give you that Like beasts, which you shun beastly; and may save,