exposure

My first son ,
Whither wilt thou go ? Take good Cominius
With thee awhile . Determine on some course
More than a wild exposure to each chance
That starts i’ th’ way before thee .

Look to the lady .

And when we have our naked frailties hid ,
That suffer in exposure , let us meet
And question this most bloody piece of work
To know it further . Fears and scruples shake us .
In the great hand of God I stand , and thence
Against the undivulged pretense I fight
Of treasonous malice .

And in the imitation of these twain ,
Who , as Ulysses says , opinion crowns
With an imperial voice , many are infect :
Ajax is grown self-willed and bears his head
In such a rein , in full as proud a place
As broad Achilles ; keeps his tent like him ,
Makes factious feasts ; rails on our state of war ,
Bold as an oracle , and sets Thersites —
A slave whose gall coins slanders like a mint —
To match us in comparisons with dirt ,
To weaken and discredit our exposure ,
How rank soever rounded in with danger .