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. Where we have liv'd; and so extort from 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, Bel. O, I am known Of many in the army: And, besides, the King Hath not deserv'd my service nor your loves. I and my brother are not known; yourself, Aro. 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, Aro. So say I; Amen! Bel. No reason I, since on your lives you set So slight a valuation, should reserve 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 shouldst be colour'd thus. You married ones, Every good servant does not all commands: Against my lady's kingdom: "Tis enough My Italian weeds, under this semblance of A Briton peasant: so I'll fight Against the part I come with; so I'll die [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! [Exit. With Heaven against me, what is sword or shield? [Drums, Trumpets, &c.-Exit. An Engagement between the Britons and the Romans, in which the Romans fly before BELARIUS, GUIDERIUS, and ARVIRAGUS. SCENE IV. The Forest, near the Cave. Drums, Trumpets, &c. 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: Though you, it seems, come from the fliers. 2 Lord. I did. Pisanio. No blame be to you, sir; for all was lost, And but the backs of Britons seen, all flying With dead men, hurt behind, and cowards living 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 ; Like beasts, which you shun beastly; and may save, |