Chapter 14

_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_.]