Behold their quarter'd fires, have both their eyes That they will waste their time upon our note, Of many in the army: many years, Though Cloten then but young, you see, not wore him From my remembrance. And, besides, the king Hath not deferv'd my service, nor your loves ¿ Gui. Arv. By this fun that shines, I'll thither: What thing is it, that I never Did fee man die? fcarce ever look'd on blood, A rider like myself, who ne'er wore rowel To look upon the holy fun, to have The benefit of his blefs'd beams, remaining Gui. By heavens, I'll go : The hazard therefore due fall on me, by The hands of Romans! will not, Ary. Arv. Bel. No reafon I, fince on your lives you fet So flight a valuation, fhould referve 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 : Lead, lead.-The time feems long; their blood thinks fcorn, Till it fly out, and fhow them princes born. ACT Thurflon, del, Hopweed, Cymbelinef Act. 5. Scene.1. Published Jan. 1. 1799. by Vermor & Hood, Poultry. ACT V. SCENE I. A Field between the British and Roman Camps. Enter POSTHUMUS, with a bloody bandkerchief. Poft. Yea, bloody cloth, I'll keep thee; for I wish'd No bond, but to do just ones.-Gods! if you Me, wretch, more worth your vengeance. But, alack, And make me bless'd to obey!—I am brought hither Against my lady's kingdom: 'Tis enough That, Britain, I have kill'd thy mistress; peace! Of these Italian weeds, and fuit myself |