This war with greater vigour to pursue,
While glowing ardour burns in every mind
To change the old life and begin the new.
Let not your promise whistle down the wind,
But let your lances prove it to be true,
For mine with truth and clearness shall be shown,
To match the worth and value of your own.
Soldier.
Two Numantines accredited are here,
With solemn message, Scipio, to thee.