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LOLLINGDON DOWNS
37
Lucius
Sir, did your riders catch the thief?
Chief
No, he got clear and keeps the horse
But bad news always comes with worse.
The frontier's fallen, we're recalled,
Our army's broken, Rome's appalled,
My God, the whole world's in a blaze.
So now, we've done with idle days
Fooling on frontiers. Boot and start.
It gives a strange feel in the heart
To think that this, that Rome has made,
Is done with. Yes, the stock's decayed.
We march at once. You mark my words,
We're done, we're crumbled into sherds,
We shall not see this place again
When once we go.
Lucius
Do none remain?
Chief
No, none, all march. Here ends the play.
March, and burn camp. The order's gone,
Your men have sent your baggage on.
