Of all the soldiers under thy behest,
And knowest that the least thou canst procure
Will cause to sweat, in face and loins and breast,
Numantia's bravest, most determined son,
And thus thy crowning triumph shall be won.
Make answer now, my lord, if thou agree,
And presently to work we shall proceed.
Scipio.
Your words are jest and mirth and mockery;
None but a fool would think of such a deed!