Page 555 - Shakespeare - Vol. 4
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Stand, stand, and fight!
Re-enter Posthumus, and seconds the Britons. They rescue Cymbeline and
exeunt. Then re-enter Lucius, Iachimo, and Imogen.
LUCIUS
Away, boy, from the troops, and save thyself:
For friends kill friends, and the disorder’s such [15]
As war were hoodwink’d.
IACHIMO
’Tis their fresh supplies.
LUCIUS
It is a day turn’d strangely: or betimes
Let’s re-inforce, or fly.
[Exeunt.]
Scene III IT
Enter Posthumus and a Briton Lord.
LORD
Cam’st thou from where they made the stand?
POSTHUMUS
I did,
Though you it seems come from the fliers.
LORD
I did.
POSTHUMUS
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, [5]
And but the backs of Britons seen; all flying
