A Field between the Camps.
 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,
	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.
													[Exit.

                          The battle continues.
                   The BRITONS fly, CYMBELINE is taken.
       Then enter to his rescue BELARIUS, GUIDERIUS, and ARVIRAGUS.

Belarius	Stand, stand! We have th' advantage of the ground,
	The lane is guarded. Nothing routs us but
	The villainy of our fears.

Guiderius &
Arviragus										Stand! Stand and fight!

               Re-enter POSTHUMUS, and seconds the BRITONS.
                    They rescue CYMBELINE and exeunt.
             Then re-enter LUCIUS and IACHIMO, with INNOGEN.

Lucius	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 betimes
	Let's reinforce, or fly.
													[Exeunt.
