The glory of our foe, the heart of courage,
The very soul of true nobility,
I call thee by thy right name, answer me!
Go, captain, pass the left wing squadron; hie!
Mingle yourself again amidst the army;
Pray, sweat to find him out.—
[Exit Captain.
This place I’ll keep;
Now wounds are wide, and blood is very deep.
’Tis now about the heavy tread[309] of battle,