|William Shakespeare (15641616). The Oxford Shakespeare. 1914.|
|Act V. Scene II.|
Field of Battle between the British and Roman Camps.
Enter, from one door, LUCIUS, IACHIMO, and the Roman Army; the British 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.
| Iach. 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|| 5|
|Revengingly enfeebles me; or could this carl,|
|A very drudge of natures, have subdud me|
|In my profession? Knighthoods and honours, borne|
|As I wear mine, are titles but of scorn.|
|If that thy gentry, Britain, go before|| 10|
|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.
| Bel. Stand, stand! We have the advantage of the ground.|
|The lane is guarded; nothing routs us but|| 15|
|The villany of our fears.|
| Gui. & Arv. Stand, stand, and fight!|
Re-enter POSTHUMUS, and seconds the Britons; they rescue CYMBELINE, and exeunt. Then, re-enter LUCIUS, IACHIMO, and IMOGEN.
| Luc. Away, boy, from the troops, and save thyself;|
|For friends kill friends, and the disorders such|| 20|
|As war were hoodwinkd.|
| Iach. Tis their fresh supplies.|
| Luc. It is a day turnd strangely: or betimes|
|Lets re-inforce, or fly. [Exeunt.|