Dec. Let's take Petillius with us.
Jun. By no means:
He's never wise but to himself, nor courteous,
But where the end' his own: we are strong enough,
If not to[o] many. Behind yonder hill
The fellow tells me she attends, weak guarded,
Her Mother and her Sister.
Car. I would venture.
Jun. We shall not strike five blows for't, weigh the good,
The general good may come.
Dec. Away, I'll with ye,
But with what doubt?
Jun. Fear not, my soul for all. [Exeunt.
[Alarms, Drums and Trumpets in several
[places afar off, as at a main Battell.
Scæna Quinta.
Enter Drusus and Penyus above.
Dru. Here ye may see 'em all, Sir; from this hill
The Country shews off levell.