Aur. Go you before, and swift I’ll follow.
Now to thy care, my dearest friend, I trust
Thy beauteous sister, and my sweetest love.
Should victory proclaim the day our own,
All will be well; but should the loss be ours,
To heav’n’s just guard I must resign you both.
Two trusty servants have I plac’d without,
Who will conduct you westward of our camp:
If we be beaten, thither we’ll retreat.
Haste! fare thee well, sweet love.