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The bound'ries of our camp on yonder side,
In this my progress to equip the field,
I saw the Nuncio posting like the wind,
He and his train on horses white with foam,

Their course directed to our monarch's tent. What means this, Ribemont?-Thou'rt lost in thought!

Rib. Athens!-I am unsoldier'd; I'm unmann'dWonder you may, my noble friend; for see,

I shake, I tremble-

Ath. Say, at what?

Rib. Why-nothing.

Ath. Should the vast host that here are rang'd for battle,

(Warm with impatience, eager for the fray)
Behold that Ribemont alone has fear,

What wonder would it cause! For thou, of all,
Art sure deservingly the most renown'd.

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Rib. Believe me, Athens,

I am not stricken with a coward's feeling:
Not all yon army to this sword oppos'd,
Should damp my vigour, or depress my heart.
"'Tis not the soldier trembles, but the son-
Just now a melancholy seiz'd my soul,

A sinking; whence I knew not; till, at length,
My father's image to my sight appear'd,

And struck me motionless.

Ath. 'Twas only fancy.

Rib. Oh, no, my Athens! plainly I beheld

My father in the habit that he wore

When, with paternal smiles, he hung this weapon
Upon my youthful thigh, bidding me use it
With honour, only in my country's cause.
Within my mind I treasur'd up the charge,
And sacred to the soldier's public call

Have worn it ever. Wherefore then this visit ?
"Why, in that garb in which he fix'd my fortune,
"And charg'd me to repay his care with glory ?”
If 'tis an omen of impending guilt,

O, soul of him I honour, once again

Come from thy heav'n, and tell me what it is,
Lest erring ignorance undo my fame.

Ath. Nought but a waking dream; a vapour'd brain. Rib. Once his pale visage seem'd to wear a smile, A look of approbation, not reproof;

But the next moment, with uplifted hands

And heaving bosom, sadly on the earth

He turn'd his eyes, and sorely seem'd to weep. "I heard, or fancy'd that I heard a groan,

"As from the ground his look was rais'd to me ;" Then, shaking with a mournful glance his head, He melted into air.

Ath. Pr'ythee, no more

You talk'd of melancholy, that was all;
Some sickness of the mind, occasion'd oft
Ev'n by the fumes of indigested meals.
To-morrow we will laugh at this delusion.

Rib. To-morrow! Oh, that mention of to-morrow!

There are opinions, Athens, that our friends
Can pass the boundaries of nature back,

To warn us when the hour of death is nigh.
If that thy business was, thou awful shade!
I thank thee, and this interval of life, ・・・
However short, which Heaven vouchsafes me yet,
I will endeavour as I ought to spend.

Ath. See, thro' yon clouds of dust, with how much speed

The Nuncio hastens to the English camp!

Perhaps the terms for safety are agreed;

Then where's a meaning for thy fancy'd vision?
Rib. No matter where; my spirits are grown light;
"Returning vigour braces up again

"My nerves and sinews to their wonted tone.
"My heart beats freely, and, in nimble rounds,
"The streams of life pursue their ready course.
“Lead on; our duty calls us to the king.”
Again the bright'ning fires of glory blaze:
Yes, virtue calls, and Ribemont obeys.

Yes, Athens, yes, amid the fierce alarms,

Where Edward thunders in vindictive arms,

Shalt thou behold
Rise in renown, or perish with applause.

me, in my country's cause,

[Exeunt.

SCENE II.

Changes to the PRINCE of WALES's Tent. Enter PRINCE, CHANDOS, and Attendants, meeting AUD

LEY.

Prince. Well, Audley, are the soldiers all refresh'd? Aud. All: and altho' perchance their last of meals, It seem'd so cheerful as surpass'd my hope; Still joining hands, as off they drain'd the bowl, Success to England's arms, was all the cry.

At length a hoary vet'ran rais'd his voice,

And thus address'd his fellows: Courage, brothers!
The French have never beat us, nor shall now.
Our great Third Edward's fortune waits our arms;
And his brave son, whose formidable helmet
Nods terror to our foes, directs the fight.
In his black armour, we will soon behold him
Piercing their throng'd battalions-Shall not we,
At humble distance, emulate his ardor,
And gather laurels to adorn his triumph ?-
Then did they smile again, shake hands and shout;
While, quite transported at the pleasing sight,
I wept insensibly with love and joy.

Prince. I too could weep-Oh, Audley, Chandos, there,

There rest I all my hope!--My honest soldiers,
I know will do their duty.

Gent. Royal sir,

Enter Gentleman.

A person, muffled in a close disguise,
Arriv'd this instant from the adverse camp,
As he reports, solicits to receive

An audience of your highness, and alone.

Prince. Retire, my lords--Conduct him straight

way in.

[Exit Gent. Chan. Your highness will not trust yourself un

guarded.

It may be dangerous.

Consider, sir

Prince. Caution is now my slave, and fear I scorn: This is no hour for idle apprehensions.

[Exeunt Lords, &c.

Enter ARNOLD in a disguise, which he throws off. Your business, sir, with-Arnold! -Get thee hence. Arn. Behold a wretch laid prostrate at your feet, His guilty neck ev'n humbled to the earth; Tread on it, sir- -it is most fit you should. I am unworthy life, nor hope compassion-But could not die till here I'd stream'd my tears, In token of contrition, pain and shame.

Prince. Up, and this instant from my sight remove, Ere indignation urges me to pay

Thy horrid treasons with a traitor's fate.

Arn. Death if I'd fear'd, I had not ventur'd hi

ther;

Conscious I merit all you can inflict:

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