Enter Lucius, Iachimo, and the Roman army at one
door, and the Briton army at another, Leonatus Posthumus
following like a poor soldier. They march over and
go out. 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,5 A very drudge of nature’s, have subdued me In my profession? Knighthoods and honors, 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 odds10 Is that we scarce are men and you are gods.He exits.
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Cymbeline
ACT 5. SC. 3
The battle continues. The Britons fly; Cymbeline is
taken. Then enter, to his rescue, Belarius ⌜as Morgan,⌝
Guiderius ⌜as Polydor,⌝ and Arviragus ⌜as Cadwal.⌝BELARIUS, ⌜as Morgan⌝ Stand, stand! We have th’ advantage of the ground. The lane is guarded. Nothing routs us but The villainy of our fears.GUIDERIUS, ⌜as Polydor,⌝ and ARVIRAGUS, ⌜as Cadwal⌝ Stand, stand, and fight!Enter Posthumus, and seconds the Britons. They rescue
Cymbeline and exit. Then enter Lucius, Iachimo, and
Imogen ⌜as Fidele.⌝LUCIUS, ⌜to Fidele⌝ 15 Away, boy, from the troops, and save thyself, For friends kill friends, and the disorder’s such As war were hoodwinked.IACHIMO ’Tis their fresh supplies.LUCIUS It is a day turned strangely. Or betimes20 Let’s reinforce, or fly.They exit.