The one escaped by flight and got away,
A thousand swords made t'other bite the ground;
Whence I infer that hunger made them bold,
And raised their daring to a pitch untold.
Scipio.
If worn with hunger, shut in utterly,
They show such daring and such martial ire,
What would they not have done, remaining free,
With all their strength and ardour still entire?
Unvanquished now, yet vanquished shall ye be,