Jun. By no means;
He’s never wise but to himself, nor courteous,
But where the end’s his own: We are strong enough,
If not too many. Behind yonder hill,
The fellow tells me, she attends, weak guarded,
Her mother and her sister.

Cur. I would venture.

Jun. We shall not strike five blows for’t. Weigh the good,
The general good may come.

Dec. Away! I’ll with ye;
But with what doubt—

Jun. Fear not! my soul for all!

[Exeunt. Alarms, drums and trumpets in several places afar off, as at a main battle.

SCENE V.—Near the Field of Battle. In the Back-ground the Tent of Penius, with a Platform.

Enter Drusius and Penius above.

Drus. Here you may see them all, sir; from this hill
The country shows off level.

Pen. Gods defend me,
What multitudes they are, what infinites!
The Roman power shows like a little star
Hedged with a double halo.—Now the knell rings:

[Loud shouts.

Drus. Now they charge
(Oh, gods!) of all sides, fearfully.

Pen. Little Rome,
Stand but this growing Hydra one short hour,
And thou hast out-done Hercules!

Drus. The dust hides ’em;
We cannot see what follows.

Pen. They are gone,
Gone, swallow’d, Drusius; this eternal sun
Shall never see ’em march more.

Drus. Oh, turn this way,
And see a model of the field! some forty,
Against four hundred!

Pen. Well fought, bravely followed!
Oh, nobly charged again, charged home too! Drusius,
They seem to carry it. Now they charge all;

[Loud shouts.

Drus. They are gone indeed, sir.

Pen. Look out toward the army,
I am heavy with these slaughters.

Drus. ’Tis the same still,
Cover’d with dust and fury.

Enter the two Daughters, with Junius, Curius, Decius, Soldiers, and Servants.

2 Daugh. Bring ’em in;
Tie ’em, and then unarm ’em.