[They march and go out.
Cæsar, &c.
Cæs. What, still fresh supplies come thronging from their dens!
The nest of hornets is awake. I think
Here's nature's shop: here men are made, not born;
Nor stay nine tedious months, but in a trice
Sprout up like mushrooms at war's thunderclap.
We must make out a way. [Exeunt.
Rollano, armed cap-a-pie.
Rol. Since I must fight, I am prepar'd to fight!
And much inflam'd with noise of trump and drum:
Methinks I am turn'd lion, and durst meet
Ten Cæsars. Where are all these covetous rogues,
Who spoil the rich for gain, and kill the poor
For glory? bloodsuckers and public robbers.
[Laberius enters, Rollano retires, afraid;
but being gone out, goes forward.
Rol. Nay, stay, and brag Rollano did thee kill:
Stay, let me flesh my sword, and wear thy spoils.
[Laberius re-enters with an ensign.
Lab. Come, will ye forsake your ensign, and fall off?
I call to witness all the gods, I here
Perform my duty. Thou canst not escape.
[Rollano would fly, fights, falls as wounded.