2862For wrying but a little? Oh Pisanio,

2863Euery good Seruant do's not all Commands:

2864No Bond, but to do iust ones. Gods, if you

2865Should haue 'tane vengeance on my faults, I neuer

2866Had liu'd to put on this: so had you saued

2867The noble Imogen, to repent, and strooke

2868Me (wretch) more worth your Vengeance. But alacke,

2869You snatch some hence for little faults; that's loue

2870To haue them fall no more: you some permit

2871To second illes with illes, each elder worse,

2872And make them dread it, to the dooers thrift.

2873But Imogen is your owne, do your best willes,

2874And make me blest to obey. I am brought hither

2875Among th' Italian Gentry, and to fight

2876Against my Ladies Kingdome: 'Tis enough

2877That (Britaine) I haue kill'd thy Mistris: Peace,

2878Ile giue no wound to thee: therefore good Heauens,

2879Heare patiently my purpose. Ile disrobe me

2880Of these Italian weedes, and suite my selfe

2881As do's a Britaine Pezant: so Ile fight

2882Against the part I come with: so Ile dye

2883For thee (O Imogen) euen for whom my life

2884Is euery breath, a death: and thus, vnknowne,

2885Pittied, nor hated, to the face of perill

2886My selfe Ile dedicate. Let me make men know

2887More valour in me, then my habits show.

2888Gods, put the strength o'th' Leonati in me:

2889To shame the guize o'th' world, I will begin,

2890The fashion lesse without, and more within.

2898Iac. The heauinesse and guilt within my bosome,

2899Takes off my manhood: I haue belyed a Lady,

2900The Princesse of this Country; and the ayre on't

2901Reuengingly enfeebles me, or could this Carle,

2902A very drudge of Natures, haue subdu'de me

2903In my profession? Knighthoods, and Honors borne

2904As I weare mine) are titles but of scorne.

2905If that thy Gentry (Britaine) go before

2906This Lowt, as he exceeds our Lords, the oddes

2907Is, that we scarse are men, and you are Goddes. Exit.

2911Bel. Stand, stand, we haue th' aduantage of the ground,

2912The Lane is guarded: Nothing rowts vs, but

2913The villany of our feares.

2914Gui. Arui. Stand, stand, and fight.

2918Luc. Away boy from the Troopes, and saue thy selfe:

2919For friends kil friends, and the disorder's such

2920As warre were hood-wink'd.

2921Iac. 'Tis their fresh supplies.

2922Luc. It is a day turn'd strangely: or betimes

2923Let's re-inforce, or fly. Exeunt

2926Lor. Cam'st thou from where they made the stand?

2927Post. I did,

2928Though you it seemes come from the Fliers?

2929Lo, I did.

2930Post. No blame be to you Sir, for all was lost,

2931But that the Heauens fought: the King himselfe

2932Of his wings destitute, the Army broken,

2933And but the backes of Britaines seene; all flying

2934Through a strait Lane, the Enemy full-heart'd,

2935Lolling the Tongue with slaught'ring: hauing worke

2936More plentifull, then Tooles to doo't: strooke downe

2937Some mortally, some slightly touch'd, some falling

2938Meerely through feare, that the strait passe was damm'd

2939With deadmen, hurt behinde, and Cowards liuing

2940To dye with length'ned shame.

2941Lo. Where was this Lane?

2942Post. Close by the battell, ditch'd, & wall'd with turph,

2943Which gaue aduantage to an ancient Soldiour

2944(An honest one I warrant) who deseru'd

2945So long a breeding, as his white beard came to,

2946In doing this for's Country. Athwart the Lane,

2947He, with two striplings (Lads more like to run

2948The Country base, then to commit such slaughter,

2949With faces fit for Maskes, or rather fayrer

2950Then those for preseruation cas'd, or shame)

2951Made good the passage, cryed to those that fled.

2952Our Britaines hearts dye flying, not our men,

2953To darknesse fleete soules that flye backwards; stand,

2954Or we are Romanes, and will giue you that

2955Like beasts, which you shun beastly, and may saue

2956But to looke backe in frowne: Stand, stand. These three,

2957Three thousand confident, in acte as many:

2958For three performers are the File, when all

2959The rest do nothing. With this word stand, stand,

2960Accomodated by the Place; more Charming

2961With their owne Noblenesse, which could haue turn'd

2962A Distaffe, to a Lance, guilded pale lookes;

2963Part shame, part spirit renew'd, that some turn'd coward

2964But by example (Oh a sinne in Warre,

2965Damn'd in the first beginners) gan to looke

2966The way that they did, and to grin like Lyons

2967Vpon the Pikes o'th' Hunters. Then beganne

2968A stop i'th' Chaser; a Retyre: Anon

2969A Rowt, confusion thicke: forthwith they flye

2970Chickens, the way which they stopt Eagles: Slaues

2971The strides the Victors made: and now our Cowards

2972Like Fragments in hard Voyages became

2973The life o'th' need: hauing found the backe doore open

2974Of the vnguarded hearts: heauens, how they wound,

2975Some slaine before some dying; some their Friends

2976Ore-borne i'th' former waue, ten chac'd by one,

2977Are now each one the slaughter-man of twenty:

2978Those that would dye, or ere resist, are growne

2979The mortall bugs o'th' Field.