ACT V - SCENE II. Field of battle between the British and Roman camps.
1 The heaviness and guilt within my bosom 2 Takes off my manhood: I have belied a lady, 3 The princess of this country, and the air on't 4 Revengingly enfeebles me; or could this carl, 5 A very drudge of nature's, have subdued me 6 In my profession? Knighthoods and honours, borne 7 As I wear mine, are titles but of scorn. 8 If that thy gentry, Britain, go before 9 This lout as he exceeds our lords, the odds 10 Is that we scarce are men and you are gods.
11 Stand, stand! We have the advantage of the ground; 12 The lane is guarded: nothing routs us but 13 The villany of our fears.
14 Stand, stand, and fight!
15 Away, boy, from the troops, and save thyself; 16 For friends kill friends, and the disorder's such 17 As war were hoodwink'd.
18 'Tis their fresh supplies.
19 It is a day turn'd strangely: or betimes 20 Let's reinforce, or fly.