agued

All the contagion of the south light on you ,
You shames of Rome ! You herd of — Boils and
plagues
Plaster you o’er , that you may be abhorred
Farther than seen , and one infect another
Against the wind a mile ! You souls of geese ,
That bear the shapes of men , how have you run
From slaves that apes would beat ! Pluto and hell !
All hurt behind . Backs red , and faces pale
With flight and agued fear ! Mend , and charge home ,
Or , by the fires of heaven , I’ll leave the foe
And make my wars on you . Look to ’t . Come on !
If you’ll stand fast , we’ll beat them to their wives ,
As they us to our trenches . Follow ’s !



So , now the gates are ope . Now prove good
seconds !
’Tis for the followers fortune widens them ,
Not for the fliers . Mark me , and do the like .