Hrotsvitha,
The Plays of Roswitha — Gallicanus
(1923)
“ TRIBUNES. Surrender. GALLICANUS. Apollo forbid! TRIBUNES. By Pollux, we must surrender! See, we are surrounded on every side—we are being mown down—we perish! 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. ”
