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.