Viriato.
If thou canst no longer fly,
Here, alas, thou hast to die,
Slain by hunger, sword, or fear!
Go I must, for much I dread
All that robs me of my life;
Be it fire or cruel knife
Which would lay me with the dead!
[Exit, and Theogenes enters with two drawn swords, his hands bloody, and as Servio sees him come he flees and goes behind.