[Exeunt Junius, Curius, Decius.
Dru. Awake, Sir; yet the Roman Bodie's who[l]e,
I see 'em clear again.
Pen. Whole? 'tis not possible:
Drusus they must be lost.
Dru. By —— they are whole, Sir,
And in brave doing; see, they wheel about
To gain more ground.
Pen. But see there, Drusus, see,
See that huge Battel moving from the mountains,
Their gilt coats shine like Dragons scales, their march
Like a rough tumbling storm; see them, and view 'em,
And then see Rome no more: say they fail; look,
Look where the armed carts stand; a new Army:
Look how they hang like falling rocks, as murdring
Death rides in triumph Drusus: fell destruction
Lashes his fiery horse, and round about him
His many thousand ways to let out souls.
Move me again when they charge, when the mountain
Melts under their hot wheels, and from their Ax'trees
Huge claps of thunder plough the ground before 'em,
Till then I'll dream what Rome was.
Enter Swetonius, Petillius, Demetrius, Macer.
Swet. O bravely fought; honor till now nere show'd
Her golden fa[c]e i'th' field. Like Lions, Gentlemen,
Y'have held your heads up this day: Where's young Junius,
Curius and Decius?
Petill. Gone to heaven, I think, Sir.
Sw. Their worths go with 'em: breathe a while: How do ye?