Sossius-- One of my place in Syria, his lieutenant-- For quick accumulation of renown Which he achieved by th'minute, lost his favor. Who does i'th'wars more than his captain can Becomes his captain's captain; and ambition, The soldier's virtue, rather makes choice of loss Than gain which darkens him. I could do more to do Antonius good, But 'twould offend him, and in his offence Should my performance perish. Thou hast, Ventidius, That without the which a soldier and his sword Grants scarce distinction.
Thou wilt write to Antony? I'll humbly signify what in his name, That magical word of war, we have effected: How with his banners and his well-paid ranks The ne'er-yet beaten horse of Parthia We have jaded out o'th'field. Where is he now? He purposeth to Athens, whither, with what haste The weight we must convey with's will permit, We shall appear before him.--On there, pass along!
