Our army's force would be a thing in vain
If right and virtue do not go with it;
Although it march along in proud array,
With thousand squadrons, and with banners gay.
[At this point there enter as many soldiers as may be, and Caius Marius, armed in antique fashion, without arquebuses, and Scipio, ascending a small eminence on the stage, glances round at the soldiers and says:
Scipio.
By that proud gesture, by the lusty swell
Of these rich trappings, with their martial sheen,
My friends, for Romans I do know you well—
Romans in build and gallant port, I mean;