ACT V
SCENE II Field of battle between the British and Roman camps.


 [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 bosom
 Takes off my manhood: I have belied a lady,
 The princess of this country, and the air on't
 Revengingly enfeebles me; or could this carl,
 A very drudge of nature's, have subdued me
 In my profession? Knighthoods and honours, borne
 As I wear mine, are titles but of scorn.
 If that thy gentry, Britain, go before
 This lout as he exceeds our lords, the odds
 Is 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 but
 The villany of our fears.


GUIDERIUS |
 |  Stand, stand, and fight!
ARVIRAGUS |


 [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 such
 As war were hoodwink'd.

IACHIMO 'Tis their fresh supplies.

CAIUS LUCIUS It is a day turn'd strangely: or betimes
 Let's reinforce, or fly.

 [Exeunt]




 CYMBELINE


ACT V