Sa.At most eight hundred men.
K. We are so o’ermatched, Sala, I shall not wait,
I shall assault their camp to-night. The darkness
Will hide our numbers: we will steal upon them.
Sa. I pray you, sire, be well advised. Consider,
If our small force be sundered in the darkness....
K. The darkness is our friend. We know the ground.
Would I could blot the moon from heaven to-night.
My plan is fixed. Take thou five hundred men
And steal upon their rear, when battle joins