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[Enter Lucius, Iachimo and the Roman army at one door, and the British]
[army at another, Leonatus Posthumus following like a poor soldier.]
[They march over and go out. Alarums. Then enter again, in skirmish,]
[Iachimo and Posthumus. 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 subdu’d 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 th’ advantage of the ground;
The lane is guarded; nothing routs us but
The villainy of our fears.
GUIDERIUS and ARVIRAGUS.
Stand, stand, and fight!
[Enter Posthumus and seconds the Britons; they rescue Cymbeline and]
[exeunt. Then re-enter Lucius and Iachimo with Imogen.]
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.
Lucius
It is a day turn’d strangely. Or betimes
Let’s reinforce or fly.
[Exeunt.]