Car. H'as given us leave to fight yet; we ask no more,
The rest hangs in our resolutions:
Tempt her no more.
Bon. I would know farther Cosen.
Car. Her hidden meaning dwels in our endeavors;
Our valors are our best gods. Cheer the Soldier,
And let him eat.
Mes. He's at it, Sir.
Car. Away then;
When he has done, let's march. Come, fear not Lady,
This day the Roman gains no more ground here,
But what his body lies in.
Bond. Now I am confident. [Exeunt Recorders.
Scæna Secunda.
Enter Junius, Curius, Decius.
Dec. We dare not hazard it: beside our lives,
It forfeits all our understandings.
Jun. Gentlemen,
Can ye forsake me in so just a service,
A service for the Common-wealth, for honor?
Read but the Letter; you may love too.