Do you, Simalio, charge on the left wing!
You, Syrus, on the right!—Bring up the rest!
Where’s the Centurion Sanga, and his band
Of rascal runaways?
San. Here, Sir!
Thra. How now?
Think’st thou to combat with a dish-clout, slave!
That thus thou bring’st it here?
San. Ah, Sir! I knew
The valor of the gen’ral and his troops;