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Pitied, nor hated, to the face of peril
Myself I’ll dedicate. Let me make men know
More valour in me than my habits show. [30]
Gods, put the strength o’ th’ Leonati in me!

To shame the guise o’ th’ world, I will begin,
The fashion less without, and more within.
[Exit.]

Scene II IT

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 [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 th’ advantage of the ground;
The lane is guarded: nothing routs us but
The villainy of our fears.

GUIDERIUS and ARVIRAGUS