Scæna Quarta.
Enter Swetonius, Petillius, Demetris, Decius, Macer.
Swet. Bid me be wise, and keep me where I am,
And so be safe: not come, because commanded;
Was it not thus?
Ma. It was, Sir.
Pet. What now think ye?
Swet. Must come, so hainous to him, so distasteful?
Pet. Give me my money.
Dem. I confess 'tis due, Sir,
And presently I'll pay it.
Swet. His obedience.
So blind at his years and experience,
It cannot find where to be tendred?
Ma. Sir,
The Regiment was willing, and advanc'd too,
The Captains at all points steel'd up: their preparations
Full of resolve, and confidence; Youth and fire,
Like the fair breaking of a glorious day,
Guilded their Phalanx: when the angry Penyus
Stept like a stormy cloud 'twixt them and hopes.