Ye timid hares, in savage skins arrayed,
Go, trumpet forth your deeds, for in a while,
I trust in mighty Jove to see you all
Beneath Numantia's sovereignty and thrall.
[He descends from the wall, and presently enter the Numantines who were present at the beginning of the Second Act, except Marquino, who threw himself into the sepulchre; and Morandro also enters.
Theogenes.
Our fate, dear friends, hath brought us to such stress,
Our woes hang o'er us with such deepening gloom,
That death would be supremest happiness.