Ven.
Now, darting Parthia, art thou struck ^note; and now
Pleased fortune does of Marcus Crassus' death
Make me revenger. Bear the king's son's body
Before our army ^note. ^note Thy Pacorus, Orodes ^note,

Pays this for Marcus Crassus.

Sil. ^note
Noble Ventidius,
Whilst yet with Parthian blood thy sword is warm,
The fugitive Parthians follow; spur ^note through Media,
Mesopotamia, and the shelters whither ^note
The routed fly: so thy grand captain Antony
Shall set thee on triumphant chariots ^note and
Put garlands on thy head.

Ven.
O Silius, ^note Silius,
I have ^note done enough: a lower place ^note, note well,
May make too great an act; for learn this, Silius,
Better to leave ^note undone than by our deed
Acquire too high a fame when him ^note we serve's ^note away. ^note
Cæsar and Antony have ever won
More in their officer than person ^note: Sossius ^note,
One of my place in Syria, his lieutenant,
For quick accumulation of renown,
Which he ^note achieved by the minute, lost his favour.
Who does i' the wars more than his captain can
Becomes his captain's captain: and ambition,
The soldier's virtue, rather makes choice of loss
Than gain ^note which darkens him.
I could do more to do Antonius good,
But 'twould offend him, and in his offence
Should my performance perish. ^note

Sil. ^note
Thou hast, Ventidius, that

Without the ^note which a soldier and his sword
Grants ^note scarce distinction. Thou wilt write to Antony? ^{note note}

Ven.
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 ^note jaded out o' the field.

Sil.
Where is he now?

Ven.
He purposeth to Athens: whither ^note, with what haste
The weight we must convey with's will permit, ^note
We shall appear before him. On, there; ^note pass along! ^note [Exeunt. ^note

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