Cymbeline
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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 |
| 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. |
| Bel. Stand, stand! We have the advantage of the ground. |
| The lane is guarded; nothing routs us but |
| 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 disorder's such |
| As war were hoodwink'd. |
| Iach. 'Tis their fresh supplies. |
| Luc. It is a day turn'd strangely: or betimes |
| Let's re-inforce, or fly. [Exeunt. |
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