Zant. Here's Marullo.
Olymp. He's your chief.
Mar. Take heed; I've news will cool this heat, and make you
Remember what you were.
Cimb. How!
Mar. Send off these,
And then I'll tell you.
[Exeunt Cleon, Asot. Zant. Olymp. and Coris.
Cimb. What would you impart?
Mar. What must invite you
To stand upon your guard, and leave your feasting;
Our masters are victorious.
All. How!
Mar. Within
A day's march of the city, flesh'd with spoil,
And proud of conquest; the armado sunk,
The Carthaginian admiral, hand to hand,
Slain by Leosthenes.
Cimb. I feel the whip
Upon my back already.