_Bon._ I would know farther Cosen. _Car._ Her hidden meaning dwels in our endeavors; Our valors are our best gods. Cheer the Soldier, And let him eat. _Mes._ He's at it, Sir. _Car._ Away then; When he has done, let's march. Come, fear not Lady, This day the _Roman_ gains no more ground here, But what his body lies in. _Bond._ Now I am confident. [_Exeunt Recorders._ _Scæna Secunda._ _Enter_ Junius, Curius, Decius. _Dec._ We dare not hazard it: beside our lives, It forfeits all our understandings. _Jun._ Gentlemen, Can ye forsake me in so just a service, A service for the Common-wealth, for honor? Read but the Letter; you may love too. _Dec._ Read it: If there be any safety in the circumstance, Or likelihood 'tis love, we will not fail ye. Read it good _Curius_. _Cur._ Willingly. _Jun._ Now mark it. _Cur. reads._ Health to thy heart, my honoured _Junius_, And all thy love requited: I am thine, Thine everlastingly, thy love has won me, And let it breed no doubt; our new acquaintance Compels this, 'tis the gods decree to bless us. The times are dangerous to meet; yet fail not, By all the love thou bear'st me I conjure thee, Without distrust of danger, to come to me, For I have purpos'd a delivery Both of my self and fortune this blest day Into thy hands, if thou thinkst good: to shew thee How infinite my Love is, even my Mother Shall be thy prisoner, the day yours without hazard; For I beheld your danger like a Lover, A just affecter of thy faith: Thy goodness, I know, will use us nobly, and our Marriage If not redeem, yet lessen _Romes_ Ambition. I'm weary of these miseries: Use my Mother, (if you intend to take her) with all honour, And let this disobedience to my parents Be laid on love, not me. Bring with thee, _Junius_, Spirits resolv'd to fetch me off, the noblest, Forty will serve the turn; just at the joyning Of both the battels, we will be weakly guarded; And for a guide, within this hour shall reach thee A faithful friend of mine: the gods, my _Junius_, Keep thee, and me to serve thee: young _Bonvica_. _Cur._ This letter carries much belief, and most objections Answer'd, we must have doubted. _Dec._ Is that fellow Come to ye for a guide yet? _Jun._ Yes. _Dec._ And examin'd? _Jun._ Far more then that; he has felt tortures, yet He vows he knows no more than this truth. _Dec._ Strange. _Cur._ If she mean what she writes, as't may be probable, 'Twill be the happiest vantage we can lean to. _Jun._ I'll pawn my soul she means truth. _Dec._ Think an hour more, Then if your confidence grow stronger on ye, We'll set in with ye. _Jun._ Nobly done; I thank ye; Ye know the time.