Act V · Scene II
Field of battle between the British and Roman camps.
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Enter, from one side, LUCIUS, IACHIMO, and the Roman Army: from the other side, the British Army; POSTHUMUS LEONATUS following, like a poor soldier. They march over and go out. Then enter again, in skirmish, IACHIMO and POSTHUMUS LEONATUS he vanquisheth and disarmeth IACHIMO, and then leaves him
IACHIMO
The heaviness and guilt within my bosomTakes off my manhood: I have belied a lady,The princess of this country, and the air on'tRevengingly enfeebles me; or could this carl,A very drudge of nature's, have subdued meIn my profession? Knighthoods and honours, borneAs I wear mine, are titles but of scorn.If that thy gentry, Britain, go beforeThis lout as he exceeds our lords, the oddsIs that we scarce are men and you are gods.
Exit
The battle continues; the Britons fly; CYMBELINE is taken: then enter, to his rescue, BELARIUS, GUIDERIUS, and ARVIRAGUS
BELARIUS
Stand, stand! We have the advantage of the ground;The lane is guarded: nothing routs us butThe villany of our fears.
ARVIRAGUS
Stand, stand, and fight!
Re-enter POSTHUMUS LEONATUS, and seconds the Britons: they rescue CYMBELINE, and exeunt. Then re-enter LUCIUS, and IACHIMO, with IMOGEN
CAIUS LUCIUS
Away, boy, from the troops, and save thyself;For friends kill friends, and the disorder's suchAs war were hoodwink'd.
IACHIMO
'Tis their fresh supplies.
CAIUS LUCIUS
It is a day turn'd strangely: or betimesLet's reinforce, or fly.
Exeunt