William Shakespeare: Cymbeline, Act V, Scene II
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
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, Guiderius, and Arviragus
The lane is guarded: nothing routs us but
The villany of our fears.
Re-enter Posthumus Leonatus, and seconds the Britons: they rescue Cymbeline, and exeunt. Then re-enter Lucius, and Iachimo, with Imogen
For friends kill friends, and the disorder's such
As war were hoodwink'd.