And kept the clust'ring enemy in check,
Till our encouraged Romans followed us.
CORDENIUS.
Thou'st done hard service since I saw thee last:
Thy countenance is mark'd with graver lines
Than in those greener days: I knew thee not.
Where goest thou now? I'll bear thee company.
SYLVIUS.
The way that I am wending suits not thee,
Though suiting well the noble and the brave.
It were not well, in fiery times like these,
To tempt thy generous mind.
CORDENIUS.
SYLVIUS (after looking cautiously round to see that nobody is near).
Of that most blessed Martyr gone to rest,
Varus Dobella?
CORDENIUS.
With things mysterious; with those magic powers
That work the mind to darkness and destruction;
With the sad end of the deluded Varus.
SYLVIUS.
With treasured wealth and armies at command,