Numantine.

It suits me too, and I will pleasure thee,

Since evil Fortune seems to will it so.

On to the square, where now the fire we see

Which burns to have our lives within its glow!

Who conquers there may, without fear or shame,

Consign the vanquished to the furious flame.

Theogenes.

Thou speakest well; make haste, for my desire

Outruns Fate's tardy step with panting breath;