2 Daugh. By Heaven, uncle,
We will have vengeance for our rapes!
Car. By Heaven.
Ye should have kept your legs close then.—Dispatch there!
1 Daugh. I will not off thus!
Car. He that stirs to execute,
Or she, though it be yourselves, by him that got me,
Shall quickly feel mine
anger! One great day given us,
Not to be snatch’d out of our hands but basely,
And must we shame the
gods from whence we have it,
With setting snares for soldiers? I’ll run away first,
Be hooted at, and children
call me coward,
Before I set up stales for victories.
Give ’em their swords.
2 Daugh. Oh, gods!
Car. Bear off the women
Unto their mother!
2 Daugh. One shot, gentle uncle!
Car. One cut her fiddle-string!—Bear ’em off, I say.
1 Daugh. The devil take this fortune!
Car. Learn to spin,
[Exeunt Daughters.
Safely go off, up to your troops; be wiser;
There thank me like tall soldiers: I shall seek ye.
[Exit with Soldiers, etc.
Cur. A noble worth!
Dec. Well, Junius?
Jun. Pray ye, no more!
Cur. He blushes; do not load him.
Dec. Where’s your love now?
[Drums loud again.
Jun. Puff! there it flies. Come, let’s redeem our follies.
[Exeunt Junius, Curius, and Decius.]
Drus. Awake, sir; yet the Roman body’s whole;
I see ’em clear again.
Pen. Whole? ’tis not possible;
Drusius, they must be lost.
Drus. By Heaven, they are whole, sir,
And in brave doing; see, they wheel about
To gain more ground.
Pen. But see there, Drusius, see,
See that huge battle moving from the mountains!
Their gilt coats shine
like dragons’ scales, their march
Like a rough tumbling storm; see ’em, and view ’em,
And then see Rome
no more. Say they fail, look,
Look where the armed carts stand; a new army!
Look how they hang like
falling rocks, as murdering!
Death rides in triumph, Drusius, fell Destruction
Lashes his fiery horse, and
round about him
His many thousand ways to let out souls.
Move me again when they charge, when the