GALLICANUS. Ye gods! What will happen if the tribunes refuse to obey me, and surrender?
JOHN. Promise you will become a Christian, and you will conquer.
GALLICANUS. I swear! And I will keep my vow.
ONE OF THE ENEMY. Woe to us, King Bradan! Fortune, who but now promised us victory, was mocking us. Our men are weakening, their strength is exhausted—they have lost heart and are giving up the struggle.
BRADAN. I am uncertain what to do. A strange faint-heartedness has seized me also. There is but one course—we must surrender.
THE ENEMY. There is nothing else to do.
BRADAN. Gallicanus, do not destroy us! Be merciful! Spare our lives and do with us what you will.
GALLICANUS. Have no fear. There is no need to tremble. Give me hostages, acknowledge yourselves tributaries of the Emperor, and you shall live happy under a Roman peace.
BRADAN. You have only to name the number and rank of the hostages, and the tribute to be exacted.
GALLICANUS. Soldiers, lay down arms. Slay no one, wound no one, but embrace as friends these men whom you had to fight as enemies of the Empire.
JOHN. How much more powerful is one fervent prayer than all the pride of man!
GALLICANUS. That is true indeed.
