_Car._ Very likely, He shews no less than General: see how bravely The Body moves, and in the head how proudly The Captains stick like plumes: he comes apace on; Good _Nennius_ go, and bid my stout Lieutenant Bring on the first square Body to oppose 'em, And as he charges, open to inclose 'em: The Queen move next with hers, and wheel about, To gain their backs, in which I'll lead the Vantguard. We shall have bloody crowns this day, I see by't; Hast thee good _Nennius_, I'll follow instantly. [_Exit Nennius._ How close they march, as if they grew together! [_March._ No place but lin'd alike: sure from oppression; They will not change this figure: we must charge 'em, And charge 'em home at both ends, Van and Rere, [_Drums in another place afar off._ They never totter else. I hear our Musick, And must attend it: Hold good sword, but this day, And bite hard where I hound thee, and hereafter I'll make a relique of thee, for young Souldiers To come like Pilgrimes to, and kiss for Conquests. [_Exit._ _Scæna Quarta._ _Enter_ Junius, Curius, _and_ Decius. _Jun._ Now is the time, the fellow stays. _Dec._ What think ye? _Cur._ I think 'tis true. _Jun._ Alas, if 'twere a question, If any doubt or hazzard fell into't, Do ye think mine own discretion so self-blind, My care of you so naked, to run headlong? _Dec._ Let's take _Petillius_ with us. _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 to[o] many. Behind yonder hill The fellow tells me she attends, weak guarded, Her Mother and her Sister. _Car._ 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 Battell._ _Scæna Quinta._ _Enter_ Drusus _and_ Penyus _above_. _Dru._ Here ye may see 'em all, Sir; from this hill The Country shews off levell. _Pen._ Gods defend me, What multitudes they are, what infinites! The _Roman_ power shews like a little Star Hedg'd with a double hollo. Now the knell rings, [_Loud shouts._ Heark how they shout to th' battel; how the air Totters and reels, and rends apieces, _Drusus_, With the huge vollied clamours. _Dru._ 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_. _Dru._ The dust hides 'em, We cannot see what follows.