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.
  [Exit]
  [The battle continues; the Britons fly; CYMBELINE is]
  taken: then enter, to his rescue, BELARIUS, 3005
  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. [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.

[Exeunt]