Kytron.
Pressing forward again? Oh this bloodthirsty ferocity! An arrow! It almost struck me! How recklessly they shoot; no care for life or limb!
[He takes to flight by the foreground on the left.
Nevita.
The battle hangs in the balance. Neither side gains ground.
[To Fromentinus[Fromentinus], who comes with a fresh troop from the right.
Ho, captain,—have you seen the Emperor?
Fromentinus.
Yes, sir; he is fighting at the head of the white horsemen.
Nevita.