Aler. Fulgentio, thou hast not lost
Thy faith?
[Aside.]
Ful. No, I'm reform'd; he's valiant.
[Aside.]
Gov. Antonio, your counsel?
Mach. Ay, your counsel?
Ant. Our foes increase to an unreckon'd number;
We less than nothing, since we have no hope
To arrive a number, that may cope with
Half their army.
'Tis my counsel we strike a league:
'Tis wisdom to sue peace, where powerful fate
Threatens a ruin: lest [we] repent too late.
Ful. 'Tis god-like counsel.
[Aside.
Aler. And becomes the tongue of young Antonio.