Sfe. At least, wear this.
Sar.Wear Caucasus! why, 'tis
A mountain on my temples.
Sfe.Sire, the meanest
Soldier goes not forth thus exposed to battle.140
All men will recognise you—for the storm
Has ceased, and the moon breaks forth in her brightness.
Sar. I go forth to be recognised, and thus
Shall be so sooner. Now—my spear! I'm armed.
[In going stops short, and turns to Sfero.