As that which springs from bloodless victory.
[Here a trumpet sounds from the wall of Numantia.
Quintus Fabius.
Listen, my lord, there comes a trumpet's blast
From out Numantia's town, and sure am I
They mean to speak to thee from thence at last,
For this strong wall impedes their coming nigh.
See, Corabino to the tower hath passed,
And waves a peaceful banneret on high.
Let us advance a space.