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.

[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