Volume 1 / Act 5 — Scene III.—A field of battle—alarums—thunder and lightning.
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Soldiers cross the stage fighting.
Enter Orsino.
Orsi. Oh! shame, shame, shame!—Sun, thou dost well to hide thee, Nor light Castile's disgrace.—Oh! I could tear My flesh for rage!
Enter Ricardo.
Ricar. All's lost!—the foe prevails! What must be done, Orsino? Orsi. Where's the king? Ricar. He fights still. Orsi. Seek him! save him! bid him fly, Fly with all speed: thou know'st to find his courser. Away! Ricar. General, thou'rt wounded! Orsi. 'Tis no matter. Ricar. Thou'lt bleed to death.—— Orsi. And if I should, I care not: The king, the king!—Oh! waste no thought on me: The best of subjects can but lose one life, But thousands perish when a good king bleeds. Nay, speed! Ricar. [Looking out.] See! see! our troops— Orsi. They fly, by heaven! Turn, turn, ye cowards! 'Tis Orsino calls! Follow, slaves follow me, and die or conquer!
[Soldiers enter pursued by Henriquez, &c. Orsino rallies them, and drives Henriquez back.]