What we are now possess'd of. _Grac._ And not leave One house unfired. _Cimb._ Or throat uncut of those We have in our power. _Poliph._ Nor will we fall alone; You shall buy us dearly. _Timag._ O the gods! Unheard-of insolence! _Timol._ What are your demands? _Mar._ A general pardon[122] first, for all offences Committed in your absence. Liberty To all such as desire to make return Into their countries; and, to those that stay, A competence of land freely allotted To each man's proper use, no lord acknowledged: Lastly, with your consent, to choose them wives Out of your families. _Timag._ Let the city sink first. _Leost._ And ruin seize on all, ere we subscribe To such conditions. _Archid._ Carthage, though victorious, Could not have forced more from us. _Leost._ Scale the walls; Capitulate after. _Timol._ He that wins the top first Shall wear a mural wreath. [_Exeunt._ _Mar._ Each to his place. [_Flourish and alarms._ Or death or victory! Charge them home, and fear not. [_Exeunt_ MARULLO _and Slaves_. _Re-enter_ TIMOLEON, ARCHIDAMUS, _and Senators_. _Timol._ We wrong ourselves, and we are justly punish'd, To deal with bondmen, as if we encounter'd An equal enemy. _Archid._ They fight like devils; And run upon our swords, as if their breasts Were proof beyond their armour. _Re-enter_ LEOSTHENES _and_ TIMAGORAS. _Timag._ Make a firm stand. The slaves, not satisfied they have beat us off, Prepare to sally forth. _Timol._ They are wild beasts, And to be tamed by policy. Each man take A tough whip in his hand, such as you used To punish them with, as masters: in your looks Carry severity and awe: 'twill fright them More than your weapons. Savage lions fly from The sight of fire; and these, that have forgot That duty you ne'er taught them with your swords, When, unexpected, they behold those terrors Advanced aloft, that they were made to shake at, 'Twill force them to remember what they are, And stoop to due obedience. _Archid._ Here they come. _Enter from the City_, CIMBRIO, GRACCULO, _and other Slaves_. _Cimb._ Leave not a man alive; a wound's but a flea-biting, To what we suffer'd, being slaves. _Grac._ O, my heart! Cimbrio, what do we see? the whip! our masters! _Timag._ Dare you rebel, slaves! [_The Senators shake their whips, the Slaves throw away their weapons, and run off[123]._ _Cimb._ Mercy! mercy! where Shall we hide us from their fury? _Grac._ Fly, they follow. O, we shall be tormented! _Timol._ Enter with them, But yet forbear to kill them: still remember They are part of your wealth; and being disarm'd, There is no danger. _Archid._ Let us first deliver Such as they have in fetters, and at leisure Determine of their punishment.