Hirelings, who live by lies on good men's lives.

You must have been deceived, my brother.

Sal.‍First

Let him deliver up his weapon, and210

Proclaim himself your subject by that duty,

And I will answer all.

Sar.‍Why, if I thought so—

But no, it cannot be: the Mede Arbaces—

The trusty, rough, true soldier—the best captain

Of all who discipline our nations——No,