To Caesar will I render
My legions and my horse: six kings already
Show me the way of yielding.

Toward Peloponnesus are they fled.

Our fortune on the sea is out of breath,
And sinks most lamentably. Had our general
Been what he knew himself, it had gone well:
O, he has given example for our flight,
Most grossly, by his own!

With news the time's with labour, and throes forth,
Each minute, some.

Well I know the man.

Who's his lieutenant, hear you?

Marcus Octavius, Marcus Justeius,
Publicola, and Caelius, are for sea:
But we keep whole by land. This speed of Caesar's
Carries beyond belief.

Soldier, thou art: but his whole action grows
Not in the power on't: so our leader's led,
And we are women's men.

Ay, and to wage this battle at Pharsalia.
Where Caesar fought with Pompey: but these offers,
Which serve not for his vantage, be shakes off;
And so should you.

Why will my lord do so?