GALLICANUS. Well planned!
Scene IX
GALLICANUS. By Jupiter, tribunes, I see the legions of an immense army advancing! The diversity of their arms is enough to make the stoutest heart tremble.
TRIBUNES. By Hercules, the enemy!
GALLICANUS. Let us resist with courage, and show them we are men!
TRIBUNES. It is useless to attempt resistance to such a host.
GALLICANUS. What, then, do you propose?
TRIBUNES. Surrender.
GALLICANUS. Apollo forbid!
TRIBUNES. By Pollux, we must surrender! See, we are surrounded on every side—we are being mown down—we perish!