sacrifices;
But do not say I sent ye. What ye have been,
How excellent in all parts, good and govern’d,
Is only left of my command, for story;
What now ye are, for pity. Fare ye well!

[Going.

Enter Drusius and Regulus.

Drus. Oh, turn again, great Penius! see the soldier
In all points apt for duty.

Reg. See his sorrow
For his disobedience, which he says was haste,
And haste, he thought, to please you with. See, captain,
The toughness of his courage turn’d to water;
See how his manly heart melts.

Pen. Go; beat homeward;
There learn to eat your little with obedience;
And henceforth strive to do as I direct ye.

[Exeunt Soldiers.

Macer. My answer, sir.

Pen. Tell the great general,
My companies are no faggots to fill breaches:
Myself no man that must, or shall, can carry:
Bid him be wise, and where he is, he’s safe then;
And when he finds out possibilities,
He may command me. Commend me to the captains.

Macer. All this I shall deliver.

Pen. Farewell, Macer!

[Exit.

Cur. Pray gods this breed no mischief!

Reg. It must needs,
If stout Suetonius win; for then his anger,
Besides the soldiers’ loss of due and honour,
Will break together on him.

Drus. He’s a brave fellow;
And but a little hide his haughtiness,
(Which is but sometimes neither, on some causes)
He shows the worthiest Roman this day living.
You may, good Curius, to the general
Make all things seem the best.

Cur. I shall endeavour.
Pray for our fortunes, gentlemen; if we fall,
This one farewell serves for a funeral.
The gods make sharp our swords, and steel our hearts!

Reg. We dare, alas, but cannot fight our parts.

[Exeunt.

SCENE II.—The Tent of Junius.

Enter Junius, Petillius, and a Herald.

Pet. Let him go on. Stay; now he talks.

Jun. Why,
Why should I love mine enemy? what is beauty?
Of what strange violence, that, like the plague,
It works upon our spirits? Blind they feign him;
I am sure, I find it so—

Pet. A dog shall lead you.

Jun. His fond affections blinder—