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.
Stand, stand, and fight!
Enter Posthumus and seconds the Britons; they rescue Cymbeline and exeunt. Then re-enter Lucius and Iachimo with Imogen.
LUCIUS.
Away, boy, from the troops, and save thyself;
For friends kill friends, and the disorder’s such
As war were hoodwink’d.
IACHIMO.
’Tis their fresh supplies.
LUCIUS.
It is a day turn’d strangely. Or betimes
Let’s reinforce or fly.
[Exeunt.]
SCENE III. Another part of the field.
Enter Posthumus and a Briton Lord.
LORD.
Cam’st thou from where they made the stand?