Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Luc. Exeunt
Luc. Scena Tertia.
Luc. [Act 5, Scene 3]
Luc. Enter Posthumus, and a Britaine Lord.
Lor. Lor.
Lor. Cam'st thou from where they made the stand?
Post. Post.
Post. I did,
Post. Though you it seemes come from the Fliers?
Lo. Lo.
Lo. I did.
Post. No blame be to you Sir, for all was lost,
Post. But that the Heauens fought: the King himselfe
Post. Of his wings destitute, the Army broken,
Post. And but the backes of Britaines seene; all flying
Post. Through a strait Lane, the Enemy full‑heart'd,
Post. Lolling the Tongue with slaught'ring: hauing worke
Post. More plentifull, then Tooles to doo't: strooke downe
Post. Some mortally, some slightly touch'd, some falling