Act 5, Scene 2

Field of battle between the British and Roman camps.
Enter, from one side, Lucius, Iachimo, and the Roman Army: from the other side, the British Army; 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,  carl: peasant
A very drudge of nature's, have subdued me  5
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.  10
Exit

The battle continues; the Britons fly; Cymbeline is taken: then enter, to his rescue, Belarius, Guiderius, and Arviragus

Belarius Stand, stand! We have the advantage of the ground; 
The lane is guarded: nothing routs us but 
The villany 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 Imogen
Caius Lucius Away, boy, from the troops, and save thyself; 
For friends kill friends, and the disorder's such  15
As war were hoodwink'd. 

 
Iachimo
'Tis their fresh supplies. 

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