“ And singly here arraign thee in the friend." Was it for thee, in fortune's first assault, “ Amidst these thousands, a!l by far less favour'd," To be the man, the only to forsake me ? Was it for thee, in whom my heart delighted, Was it for thee, “ for thee to seek my foe, “ And take thy safety from the means that sunk " The man of all the world that lov'd thee most?"In spite of me my eyes will overflow, And I must weep the wrongs I should revenge. Arn. Tears for such guilt as mine! Oh, blasting

sight! Cover me, mountains hide me and my shame!A traitor's fate would here be kind relief From the excessive anguish I endure.

Prince. Having thus fairly stated our account, How great's the balance that appears against thee ! And what remains ?-I will not niore reproach thee. Love thee I must not, and 'twere guilt to pity. All that with honour I can grant is this: Live-but remove for ever from my sight. If I escape

the dangers that surround me, I must forget that Arnold e'er had being : I must forget, in pity to mankind, (Lest it should freeze affection in my heart) That e'er such friendship met with such return.

Arn. “ Oh, mercy more aflicting than ev’n ragel" That I could answer to with tears and pray'rs; “ But conscious shame, with kindness, strikes me

mute."

Great sir, (forgive intrusion on your goodness)
My boon you have mistaken, life I ask'd not;
'Twas but to witness to the deep remorse,
That with a harpy's talons tears my bosom.
" Love, the pernicious pois'ner of my honour,
“ In poor atonement's sacrific'd already;
“ And life, devoted as the all I've left,
“ I'm ready now and resolute to pay.”
But as my miseries have touch'd your soul,
And gain’d remission of a traitor's fate,
Oh, add one favour, and complete my wishes !
To the dear country that must scorn my name,
(Tho' I still love it as I honour you)
Permit my sword to lend its little aid,
To pay a dying tribute-Grant but that,
And I will weep my gratitude with blood.
Prince. Stain'd and polluted as my eyes behold,

thee,
Honour no longer can endure thy sight.
If 'tis in valour to accomplish it,
Redeem thy reputation; but if not,
To fall in fight will be thy happiest hope.
Away, nor more reply.
Arn. Exalted goodness!

[Exit.
Prince. If passions conquer'd are our noblest boasts,
Misruling Anger, ever mad Revenge,
And thou, too partial biaser, Affection,
Confess I once have acted as I ought. [Trumpets.
Ha! by those trumpets, sure the Nuncio's comé.

[4 Gentleman appears and retireś.

Who's there?-Acquaint the lords I wish to see them. “ Now does the medley war begin to work: “ A thousand hopes and fears all crowd upon me !"

Enter WARWICK, SALISBURY, Audley, CHANDOS,

Lords and Attendants. Oh, welcome, friends! But, hark! the Cardinal!

[Trumpets.

Enter, Cardinal PerigoRT, attended. Well, gen'rous advocate, we wait our doom.

Per. Prepare, prepare for an immediate battle:
Inflexible is France in her demands,
And all my pray’rs and tears have prov'd in vain.
Prince. Lord Cardinal, “ may righteous Heav'n

reward
“ The pious charity of soul you've shewn."
If France insists so high, it shall be try'd;
The desp’rate chance of battle shall be try'd
The Fates attend, the balance is prepar'd,
And whosoe'er shall have the lot to mount,
May Heav'n stretch wide its everlasting doors,
And give them happy entrance all I

Per. Amen-
Illustrious prince, and you his noble followers,
Remains there aught that I can do to serve ye?
My function suits not with a field of slaughter;
In Poictiers, therefore, must I seek my safety.
There, while the battle rages, round and round
My beads shall drop to pray’rs, that ev'ry saint

Will succour and support the English arms.
But should the fortune of your foes prevail,
And leave you victims to immortal honour,
The pious offices I'll make my own,
O’er ev'ry grave to breathe a thousand blessings,
And water all your ashes with my tears.
Prince. My gentle friend, such goodness will re-

nown you. Per. Take from my hand, my heart, my very soul, My amplest benediction to you all.

[They bow. I now can stifle in my tears no longerOh, gallant prince, farewell! farewell to all. Heav'n guard your lives, and give your arms success.

[Exit with his Attendants. [On the Cardinal's going out, the Prince and Lords

continue for some time fixed and mute.]
Aud. You loiter, sir. Our enemies advance,
And we're in no array.

Prince. My thoughts were absent. Away, dispatch
Marshal the army by the plan I gave,
Then march it straight to yonder eminence,
Whence I'll endeavour to inflame their zeal,
And fit them for the toils this day demands.
Now does the medley war begin to work ;
A thousand hopes and fears begin to crowd upon me.

[Exeunt severally.

SCENE III.

Changes to another part of the English Camp. Enter

MARIANA and LOUISA. “ Lou. Thus, madam, has obedience prov'd my

duty; “ The hurry and confusion of the field “ Giving us opportunity to 'scape, “We've reach'd the English camp. But whither

now? " Where would you bend your course? Behold,

around, « How the arm'd soldiers, as they form in ranks, “ Dart from impassion'd looks ten thousand terrors! ". The scene is dreadful !

“ Mar. Then it suits my mind, “ The seat of horrors, terrible to bear. "Oh, let me find him!

“ Lou. Dearest lady, think“ Nor follow one that rudely spurn'd you from him. “ Mar. It was not Arnold spurn'd me, 'twas his

guilt, “ The guilt I plung'd him in. Louisa, thou “ Hast ne'er experienc'd passions in extremes, “ Or thou would'st know that love, and hate, and

scorn, “ All opposites, together meet, and blend “ In the wild whirl of a distracted soul.