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ACT V SCENE IIField of battle between the British and Roman camps.
Enter, from one side, LUCIUS, IACHIMO, andthe Roman Army: from the other side, theBritish Army; POSTHUMUS LEONATUS following,like a poor soldier. They march over and goout. Then enter again, in skirmish, IACHIMOand POSTHUMUS LEONATUS he vanquisheth and di
IACHIMOThe 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, 5
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 10
Is that we scarce are men and you are gods.
The battle continues; the Britons fly; CYMBELINE istaken: then enter, to his rescue, BELARIUS,GUIDERIUS, and ARVIRAGUS
BELARIUSStand, stand! We have the advantage of the ground;
The lane is guarded: nothing routs us but
The villany of our fears.
| Stand, stand, and fight!
Re-enter POSTHUMUS LEONATUS, and seconds theBritons: they rescue CYMBELINE, and exeunt. Thenre-enter LUCIUS, and IACHIMO, with IMOGEN
CAIUS LUCIUSAway, boy, from the troops, and save thyself;
For friends kill friends, and the disorder’s such
As war were hoodwink’d. 20
IACHIMO‘Tis their fresh supplies.
CAIUS LUCIUSIt is a day turn’d strangely: or betimes
Let’s reinforce, or fly.