But the strong Roman swords and armour were too much for the weaker British weapons in close conflict.
The Britons lost the day.

The wife and daughter of the brave CARACTACUS were taken prisoners; his brothers delivered themselves up; he himself was betrayed into the hands of the Romans by his false and base stepmother: and they carried him, and all his family, in triumph to Rome.
But a great man will be great in misfortune, great in prison, great in chains.

His noble air, and dignified endurance of distress, so touched the Roman people who thronged the streets to see him, that he and his family were restored to freedom.

No one knows whether his great heart broke, and he died in Rome, or whether he ever returned to his own dear country.

English oaks have grown up from acorns, and withered away, when they were hundreds of years old--and other oaks have sprung up in their places, and died too, very aged--since the rest of the history of the brave CARACTACUS was forgotten.
Still, the Britons _would not_ yield.