Gycia.
Sirs, I thank you;
I love you for your mercy.
Zet.
For the rest,
I counsel that we do not rouse the city.
'Twere of no use to-night to set our arms,
Blunt with long peace and rusted with disuse,
Against these banded levies. By to-morrow—
And we are safe till then—we shall have time