Mar. Say, has our general met the enemy?
Mess. They lie in view; but have not spoke as yet.
Lart. So, the good horse is mine.
Mar. I'll buy him of you. 5
Lart. No, I'll nor sell nor give him: lend you him I will[2630][2631]
For half a hundred years. Summon the town.[2631]
Mar. How far off lie these armies?
Mess. Within this mile and half.[2632]
Mar. Then shall we hear their 'larum, and they ours.
Now, Mars, I prithee, make us quick in work, 10
That we with smoking swords may march from hence,
To help our fielded friends! Come, blow thy blast.
They sound a parley. Enter two Senators with others, on the walls.[2633]