To loose the life of myriads and to make
Italy a charnel for a name? Enough.
The battle was against us. Let it be.
The gods have spoken, and love not to warn
In vain. I am resolved. I’ll war no more.
Soldiers.Ah! Ah!
Small Soldier. Soldiers.Ah! Ah!We are not vanquisht!
Otho. Small Soldier. Soldiers.Ah! Ah!We are not vanquisht!But not victors.
The omens are adverse. Vitellius wins.
What matter if he win? So let him win.