Act 3, Scene II

Scene: The Roman Camp.

Enter JUNIUS, CURIUS, and DECIUS.

Decius.
We dare not hazard it; besides our lives,
It forfeits all our understandings.
Junius.
Gentlemen,
Can ye forsake me in so just a service,
A service for the commonwealth, for honour?
Read but the letter; you may love too.
Decius.
Read it.
If there be any safety in the circumstance,
Or likelihood 'tis love, we will not fail you:
Read it. good Curius.
Curius.
Willingly.
Junius.
Now mark it.
Curius.
[Reading.] "Health to thy heart, my honour'd Junius,
And all thy love requited! I am thine,
Thine everlastingly; thy love has won me;
And let it breed no doubt, our new acquaintance
Compels this; 'tis the gods' decree to bless us.
The times are dangerous to meet, yet fail not;
By all the love thou bear'st me I conjure thee,
Without distrust of danger, to come to me!
For I have purposed a delivery
Both of myself and fortune this bless'd day
into thy hands, if thou think'st good. To show thee
How infinite my love is, even my mother
Shall be thy prisoner, the day yours without hazard;
For I beheld your danger like a lover,
A just effecter of thy faith: Thy goodness,
I know, will use us nobly; and our marriage,
If not redeem, yet lessen Rome's ambition:
I am weary of these miseries. Use my mother
(If you intend to take her) with all honour;
And let this disobedience to my parent
Be laid on love, not me. Bring with thee, Junius,
Spirits resolved to fetch me off, the noblest,
Forty will serve the turn, just at the joining
Of both the battles; we will be weakly guarded,
And for a guide, within this hour, shall reach thee
A faithful friend of mine. The gods, my Junius,
Keep thee, and me to serve thee! Young Bonvica"——
 
This letter carries much belief, and most objections
Answer'd, we must have doubted.
Decius.
Is that fellow
Come to you for a guide yet?
Junius.
Yes.
Decius.
And examined?
Junius.
Far more than that; he has felt tortures, yet
He vows he knows no more than this truth.
Decius.
Strange!
Curius.
If she mean what she writes, as it may be probable,
'Twill be the happiest vantage we can lean to.
Junius.
I'll pawn my soul she means truth.
Decius.
Think an hour more;
Then, if your confidence grow stronger on you,
We'll set in with you.
Junius.
Nobly done! I thank ye.
Ye know the time.
Curius.
We will be either ready
To give you present counsel, or join with you.

Enter SUETONIUS, PETILLIUS, DEMETRIUS, and MACER.

Junius.
No more, as ye are gentlemen. The general!
Suetonius.
Draw out apace; the enemy waits for us.
Are ye all ready?
Junius.
All our troops attend, sir.
Suetonius.
I am glad to hear you say so, Junius:
I hope you are dispossessed.
Junius.
I hope so too, sir.
Suetonius.
Continue so. And, entlemen to you now!
To bid you fight is needless; ye are Romans,
The name will fight itself: To tell ye who
You go to fight against, his power, and nature,
But loss of time; ye know it, know it poor,
And oft have made it so: To tell ye further,
His body shows more dreadful than it has done,
To him that fears less possible to deal with,
Is but to stick more honour on your actions,
Load ye with virtuous names, and to your memories
Tie never-dying Time and Fortune constant.
Go on in full assurance! draw your swords
As daring and as confident as justice;
The gods of Rome fight for ye; loud Fame calls ye,
Pitch'd on the topless Apennine, and blows
To all the under-world, all nations,
The seas and unfrequented deserts, where the snow dwells;
Wakens the ruin'd monuments; and there,
Where nothing but eternal death and sleep is,
Informs again the dead bones with your virtues.
Go on, I say: Valiant and wise rule Heaven,
And all the great aspects attend 'em; Do but blow
Upon this enemy, who, but that we want foes,
Cannot deserve that name; and like a mist,
A lazy fog, before your burning valours
You'll find him fly to nothing. This is all,
We have swords, and are the sons of ancient Romans,
Heirs to their endless valours; fight and conquer!
Decius, Demetrius.
'Tis done.
Petillius.
That man that loves not this day,
And hugs not in his arms the noble danger,
May he die fameless and forgot!
Suetonius.
Sufficient!
Up to your troops, and let your drums beat thunder;
March close and sudden, like a tempest: All executions
[March.
Done without sparkling of the body; keep your phalanx
Sure lined, and pieced together, your pikes forward,
And so march like a moving fort. Ere this day run,
We shall have ground to add to Rome, well won.
[Exeunt.