Car. Then Rome shall know
The man that makes her spring of glory grow.

Suet. Petillius, you have shown much worth this day,
Redeem’d much error; you have my love again;
Preserve it.—Junius, with you I make him
Equal in the regiment.

Jun. The elder and the nobler;
I will give place, sir.

Suet. You show a friend’s soul.
March on, and through the camp, in every tongue,
The virtues of great Caratach be sung!

[Exeunt.