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  • Enter, from one side, LUCIUS, IACHIMO, and
    the Roman Army: from the other side, the
    British Army; POSTHUMUS LEONATUS following,
    like a poor soldier. They march over and go
    out. Then enter again, in skirmish, IACHIMO
    and POSTHUMUS LEONATUS he vanquisheth and disarmeth
    IACHIMO, and then leaves him

  • 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 subdued 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.

  • The battle continues; the Britons fly; CYMBELINE is
    taken: then enter, to his rescue, BELARIUS,

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

  • Stand, stand, and fight!

  • Re-enter POSTHUMUS LEONATUS, and seconds the
    Britons: they rescue CYMBELINE, and exeunt. Then
    re-enter LUCIUS, and IACHIMO, with IMOGEN

  • Away, boy, from the troops, and save thyself;
    For friends kill friends, and the disorder's such
    As war were hoodwink'd.

  • 'Tis their fresh supplies.

  • It is a day turn'd strangely: or betimes
    Let's reinforce, or fly.