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Ath. Some parties that the Prince of Wales detach'd
King. Fly, Athens, to my son, with my command,
[Exit Athens. That such a handful should confound us thus.
" Enter Archbishop of Sens with a drawn sword.
gives way! “ King. Perdition seize the cowards! Come, my
boy, “ We'll do our duty tho' they all desert us.” [Exeunt.
Changes. Enter ARNOLD. Arn. My arm begins to weary with the fight. Death, I have cramın'd thy rav'nous jaws with offal ; Now, turn my friend, and give me timely rescue.
Rib. Thou double traitor, must I stain my sword With the foul streams thạt circle in thy veins, Who art so base, so branded -Infamous ! By Heav'n, it almost is a guilt to fight thee.
Arn. Here I can answer, for my cause is good; It is my country's. And, thou haughty lord, Think not thou e'er again shalt awe my soul, Or, unchastis’d, reproach me with a crime I loath, and here am come to expiate. The earth I've crimson'd with thy country's blood ; And if the pow'rs, to what I've shed already, Will add but Ribemont's, I'll ask no more : The foe I next may meet to mine is welcome.
Ril. Can aught in valour purge thy Æthiop soul, Expunge thy blots, and rank thee with the brave? Dar'st thou assert the cause thou hast betray'd, Or hope a second guilt atones the first? Nol the joint vengeance of wrong'd France and Eng
send in this—[Arnold falls. ]
-There's something of thy due; lo infamy and hell I leave the rest.
[Exit. Arn. Death I have caught: his shaft is in my heart. t tugs with nature. When shall I get free?
Enter Prince, CHANDOS, and Attendants. Prince. Slaughter hath wanton'd here! What
streams of blood!
Arn. Offended prince,
Prince. Thrice have I mark'd
Arn. All worthless quite.
Prince. Talk not of dying-Live, and still be mine.
heart Forgive and cherish one who is so vile ? Prince. As Heav'n may pardon me, thy crime's forgot.
Arn. Then I am happy. Hear it, sacred pow'rs, And give him glory great, as is his goodness. I go-Methinks the gloomy way before me Is stripp'd of half its horrors. Friendly death, Receive a parting, pity'd, pardon'd-Oh! [Dies.
Chan. He dies ! - Is gone.
Prince. Proving, my noble friend, His soul was genuine English, and could tow'r O'er all calamities but conscious guilt. Chan. Heav'n's pardon greet him--Mighty prince,
Prince. Oh, Chandos, with astonishment my eye
Enter King JOHN, TOURAIN, and Attendants. King. [Turning back.] Rally our men, my valiant
Lord of Ewe, Or we are all undone. “O gracious Heav'n, “ How has a kingdom crumbled from my grasp !
“ Tour. Let us preserve ourselves by timely flight, “ Our broken army is dispersing. See, “Behold the dastards how they run in thousands ! «« Oh, shamel almost before a single foe.
“ King. My dear Tourain, to what have I reduc'd
thee! " A ruin now of pomp! a royal wretch ! “ For thee I could weep blood; for thee I fear “ To lose a life no longer worth my care, “ Stripp'd as I am of dignity and fame. “ Tour. I ask of Heav'n but to partake your for
tune; “ Not wasting on myself a single care, " I send out all attendant on my king. King. Tears will have way_ majesty, give
place, « For nature governs now! Almighty Pow'rs! “ Must children and must kingdoms suffer thus, “ Because my pride to reason shut my ears, " When dazzled with the giddy phantom, glory. “ I scorn’d the terms that might have blest us all ?“ Too latemIt is the curse of giddy mortals “ To see their errors and repent too late."
Enter Archbishop of Sens. Sens. The Dauphin, Dukes of Anjou, Berry, Or
leans, Have led the way in flight! Earl Douglas follows, Fainting with many wounds, and all his Scots Have like our French and the auxiliar troops, Forsook their posts. For safety, sir, away
King. Dare not to urge it-I disdain the thought. Go, like my coward sons and brother, go : Though all desert me, singly will I stand