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Enter LUCIUS, IACHIMO, and the Roman army at one
door, and the Briton army at another, LEONATUS POSTHUMUS
following like a poor soldier. They march over and
go out. Then enter again, in skirmish, IACHIMO and
POSTHUMUS. He vanquisheth and disarmeth IACHIMO,
and then leaves him.
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Enter LUCIUS, IACHIMO, and the Roman army at one
door, and the Briton army at another, LEONATUS POSTHUMUS
following like a poor soldier. They march over and
go out. Then enter again, in skirmish, IACHIMO and
POSTHUMUS. He vanquisheth and disarmeth IACHIMO,
and then leaves him.
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IACHIMO
The heaviness and guilt within my bosom
Takes off my manhood. I have belied a lady,
The Princess of this country, and the air on ’t
Revengingly enfeebles me; or could this carl,
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A very drudge of nature’s, have subdued me
In my profession? Knighthoods and honors, borne
As I wear mine, are titles but of scorn.
If that thy gentry, Britain, go before
This lout as he exceeds our lords, the odds
10
Is that we scarce are men and you are gods.
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IACHIMO
The heaviness and guilt within my bosom
Takes off my manhood. I have belied a lady,
The Princess of this country, and the air on ’t
Revengingly enfeebles me; or could this carl,
In my profession? Knighthoods and honors, borne
As I wear mine, are titles but of scorn.
If that thy gentry, Britain, go before
This lout as he exceeds our lords, the odds
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He exits.
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He exits.
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The battle continues. The Britons fly; CYMBELINE is
taken. Then enter, to his rescue, BELARIUS,
GUIDERIUS, and ARVIRAGUS.
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The battle continues. The Britons fly; CYMBELINE is
taken. Then enter, to his rescue, BELARIUS,
GUIDERIUS, and ARVIRAGUS.
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BELARIUS
Stand, stand! We have th’ advantage of the ground.
The lane is guarded. Nothing routs us but
The villainy of our fears.
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BELARIUS
Stand, stand! We have th’ advantage of the ground.
The lane is guarded. Nothing routs us but
The villainy of our fears.
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GUIDERIUS and AVIRAGUS
Stand, stand, and fight!
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GUIDERIUS and AVIRAGUS
Stand, stand, and fight!
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Enter POSTHUMUS, and seconds the Britons. They rescue
CYMBELINE and exit. Then enter LUCIUS, IACHIMO, and IMOGEN as FIDELE.
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Enter POSTHUMUS, and seconds the Britons. They rescue
CYMBELINE and exit. Then enter LUCIUS, IACHIMO, and IMOGEN as FIDELE.
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LUCIUS,
to FIDELE
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Away, boy, from the troops, and save thyself,
For friends kill friends, and the disorder’s such
As war were hoodwinked.
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LUCIUS,
to FIDELE
For friends kill friends, and the disorder’s such
As war were hoodwinked.
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IACHIMO
’Tis their fresh supplies.
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IACHIMO
’Tis their fresh supplies.
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LUCIUS
It is a day turned strangely. Or betimes
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Let’s reinforce, or fly.
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LUCIUS
It is a day turned strangely. Or betimes
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They exit.
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They exit.
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Original Text |
Modern Text |
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Enter LUCIUS, IACHIMO, and the Roman army at one
door, and the Briton army at another, LEONATUS POSTHUMUS
following like a poor soldier. They march over and
go out. Then enter again, in skirmish, IACHIMO and
POSTHUMUS. He vanquisheth and disarmeth IACHIMO,
and then leaves him.
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Enter LUCIUS, IACHIMO, and the Roman army at one
door, and the Briton army at another, LEONATUS POSTHUMUS
following like a poor soldier. They march over and
go out. Then enter again, in skirmish, IACHIMO and
POSTHUMUS. He vanquisheth and disarmeth IACHIMO,
and then leaves him.
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IACHIMO
The heaviness and guilt within my bosom
Takes off my manhood. I have belied a lady,
The Princess of this country, and the air on ’t
Revengingly enfeebles me; or could this carl,
5
A very drudge of nature’s, have subdued me
In my profession? Knighthoods and honors, borne
As I wear mine, are titles but of scorn.
If that thy gentry, Britain, go before
This lout as he exceeds our lords, the odds
10
Is that we scarce are men and you are gods.
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IACHIMO
The heaviness and guilt within my bosom
Takes off my manhood. I have belied a lady,
The Princess of this country, and the air on ’t
Revengingly enfeebles me; or could this carl,
In my profession? Knighthoods and honors, borne
As I wear mine, are titles but of scorn.
If that thy gentry, Britain, go before
This lout as he exceeds our lords, the odds
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He exits.
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He exits.
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The battle continues. The Britons fly; CYMBELINE is
taken. Then enter, to his rescue, BELARIUS,
GUIDERIUS, and ARVIRAGUS.
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The battle continues. The Britons fly; CYMBELINE is
taken. Then enter, to his rescue, BELARIUS,
GUIDERIUS, and ARVIRAGUS.
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BELARIUS
Stand, stand! We have th’ advantage of the ground.
The lane is guarded. Nothing routs us but
The villainy of our fears.
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BELARIUS
Stand, stand! We have th’ advantage of the ground.
The lane is guarded. Nothing routs us but
The villainy of our fears.
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GUIDERIUS and AVIRAGUS
Stand, stand, and fight!
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GUIDERIUS and AVIRAGUS
Stand, stand, and fight!
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Enter POSTHUMUS, and seconds the Britons. They rescue
CYMBELINE and exit. Then enter LUCIUS, IACHIMO, and IMOGEN as FIDELE.
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Enter POSTHUMUS, and seconds the Britons. They rescue
CYMBELINE and exit. Then enter LUCIUS, IACHIMO, and IMOGEN as FIDELE.
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LUCIUS,
to FIDELE
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Away, boy, from the troops, and save thyself,
For friends kill friends, and the disorder’s such
As war were hoodwinked.
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LUCIUS,
to FIDELE
For friends kill friends, and the disorder’s such
As war were hoodwinked.
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IACHIMO
’Tis their fresh supplies.
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IACHIMO
’Tis their fresh supplies.
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LUCIUS
It is a day turned strangely. Or betimes
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Let’s reinforce, or fly.
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LUCIUS
It is a day turned strangely. Or betimes
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They exit.
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They exit.
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