Petill. Brave behaviour.
1. Dau. The children of as great as Rome, as noble,
Our names before her, and our deeds her envy;
Must we guild ore your Conquest, make your State,
That is not fairly strong, but fortunate?
No, no, ye Romans, we have ways to scape ye,
To make ye poor again, indeed our prisoners,
And stick our triumphs full.
Petill. 's death, I shall love her.
1. Dau. To torture ye with suffering, like our slaves;
To make ye curse our patience, wish the world
Were lost again, to win us only, and esteem
The end of all ambitions.
Bond. Do ye wonder?
We'll make our monuments in spite of fortune,
In spight of all your Eagles wings: we'll work
A pitch above ye; and from our height we'll stoop
As fearless of your bloody soars; and fortunate,
As if we prey'd on heartless doves.
Swet. Strange stiffness.
Decius, go charge the breach. [Exit Decius.
Bond. Charge it home, Roman,
We shall deceive thee else. Where's Nennius?
Enter Nennius.
Nen. They have made a mighty breach.
Bond. Stick in thy body,
And make it good but half an hour.