Now, darting Parthia, art thou struck, and now<br> Pleased Fortune does of Marcus Crassus's death<br> Make me revenger. Bear the king's son's body<br> Before our army. Thy Pacorus, Orodes,<br> Pays this for Marcus Crassus.<br> <br> Noble Ventidius,<br> Whilst yet with Parthian blood thy sword is warm,<br> The fugitive Parthians follow. Spur through Media,<br> Mesopotamia, and the shelters whither<br> The routed fly. So thy grand captain Antony<br> Shall set thee on triumphant chariots and<br> Put garlands on thy head.<br> <br> Oh Silius, Silius,<br> I have done enough. A lower place, note well,<br> May make too great an act. For learn this, Silius:<br> Better to leave undone than by our deed<br> Acquire too high a fame, when him we serve's away.<br> Caesar and Antony have ever won<br> More in their officer than person. Sossius--<br> One of my place in Syria, his lieutenant--<br> For quick accumulation of renown<br> Which he achieved by th'minute, lost his favor.<br> Who does i'th'wars more than his captain can<br> Becomes his captain's captain; and ambition,<br> The soldier's virtue, rather makes choice of loss<br> Than gain which darkens him.<br> I could do more to do Antonius good,<br> But 'twould offend him, and in his offence<br> Should my performance perish.<br> <br> Thou hast, Ventidius,<br> That without the which a soldier and his sword<br> Grants scarce distinction. Thou wilt write to Antony?<br> <br> I'll humbly signify what in his name,<br> That magical word of war, we have effected:<br> How with his banners and his well-paid ranks<br> The ne'er-yet beaten horse of Parthia<br> We have jaded out o'th'field.<br> <br> Where is he now?<br> <br> He purposeth to Athens, whither, with what haste<br> The weight we must convey with's will permit,<br> We shall appear before him.--On there, pass along!