Cymbeline by William Shakespeare

Act 5 - Scene 2

Field of battle between the British and Roman camps.

Iachimo : The heaviness and guilt within my bosom [p]Takes off my manhood: I
have belied a lady, [p]The princess of this country, and the air
on't [p]Revengingly enfeebles me; or could this carl, [p]A very drudge
of nature's, have subdued me [p]In my profession? Knighthoods and
honours, borne [p]As I wear mine, are titles but of scorn. [p]If that
thy gentry, Britain, go before [p]This lout as he exceeds our lords,
the odds [p]Is that we scarce are men and you are
gods. [p][Exit] [p][The battle continues; the Britons fly; CYMBELINE
is] [p]taken: then enter, to his rescue, BELARIUS, [p]GUIDERIUS, and
ARVIRAGUS]

Belarius : Stand, stand! We have the advantage of the ground; [p]The lane is
guarded: nothing routs us but [p]The villany of our fears.

Guiderius : [with Arviragus] Stand, stand, and fight! [p][Re-enter POSTHUMUS
LEONATUS, and seconds the] [p]Britons: they rescue CYMBELINE, and
exeunt. Then [p]re-enter LUCIUS, and IACHIMO, with IMOGEN]

Caius Lucius : Away, boy, from the troops, and save thyself; [p]For friends kill
friends, and the disorder's such [p]As war were hoodwink'd.

Iachimo : 'Tis their fresh supplies.

Caius Lucius : It is a day turn'd strangely: or betimes [p]Let's reinforce, or fly.

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