SEMPRONIUS: Believe me, Syphax, there's no time to waste;
Even whilst we speak, our Conqueror comes on,
And gathers ground upon us every moment.
Alas! thou know'st not Caesar's active soul,
With what a dreadful course he rushes on
From war to war: in vain has Nature form'd
Mountains and oceans to oppose his passage;
He bounds o'er all, victorious in his march;
The Alps and Pyrenees sink before him,
Through winds and waves and storms he works his way,
Impatient for the battle: one day more
Will set the Victor thundering at our gates.
But tell me, hast thou yet drawn o'er young Juba?
That still would recommend thee more to Caesar,
And challenge better terms.