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Cymbeline, King of Britain

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Act V, Scene 2

Field of battle between the British and Roman camps.


[Enter, from one side, LUCIUS, IACHIMO, and] [p]the Roman Army: from the other side, the [p]British Army; POSTHUMUS LEONATUS following, [p]like a poor soldier. They march over and go [p]out. Then enter again, in skirmish, IACHIMO [p]and POSTHUMUS LEONATUS he vanquisheth and disarmeth [p]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 2995
    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 3000
    This lout as he exceeds our lords, the odds
    Is that we scarce are men and you are gods.
    [The battle continues; the Britons fly; CYMBELINE is]
    taken: then enter, to his rescue, BELARIUS, 3005
  • Belarius. Stand, stand! We have the advantage of the ground;
    The lane is guarded: nothing routs us but
    The villany of our fears.
  • Guiderius. [with Arviragus] Stand, stand, and fight! 3010
    [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 3015
    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.