Note 167 — ACT V.
Reading edition
So in "Cymbeline," act v. sc. 3—
"I in mine own woe charm'd, Could not find death, where I did hear him groan; Nor feel him, where he struck: being an ugly monster, 'Tis strange, he hides him in fresh cups, soft beds, Sweet words; or hath more ministers than we That draw his knives i' th' war."