[Cornets, a march far off.

Hark, hark, he comes! stand blood! Now multiply    31
Force more than fury. Sound high, sound high, we strike
For Sophonisba!

Enter Syphax, arm’d, his Pages with shields and darts before; cornets sounding marches.

Sy. For Sophonisba!

Mass. Syphax!

Sy. Massinissa!

Mass. Betwixt us two,
Let single fight try all.

Sy. Well urged.

Mass. Well granted.
Of you, my stars, as I am worthy you,
I implore aid; and O, if angels wait
Upon good hearts, my genius be as strong
As I am just.

Sy. Kings’ glory is their wrong.    40
He that may only do just acts ’s a slave.
My god’s my arm;[376] my life my heaven; my grave
To me all end.