Ath. Some parties that the Prince of Wales detach'd
Round yonder mountain, have attack'd our rear;
And the division which the Dauphin led
Dispersing in confusion, they have pierc'd
With fury to the centre of our host.

King. Fly, Athens, to my son, with my command,
That he collect again his scatter'd men,
And lead them to our succour. Shameful sight !

[Exit Athens. That such a handful should confound us thus.

" Enter Archbishop of Sens with a drawn sword.
" Sens. Confusion seizel-but there's no need to

wish it;
“ Too much it rages in our host already.
“ I got this weapon from a feather'd wretch,
" Who cast it down and skipp'd like any

deer :
“ I wish the villain had it in his heart.
“ Howe'er, I took the keen incumbrance up,
• And us'd it better than its master could ;
" For, with this arm, unpraćtis'd in the office,
“ I clove a brawny Briton to the chine.
“ Tour. Heav'ns, how we're prest! No party but

gives way! “ King. Perdition seize the cowards! Come, my

boy, “ We'll do our duty tho' they all desert us.” [Exeunt.

SCENE III.

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.

Enter RIBEMONT.

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

land

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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!
What heaps of mangled bodies strew the ground I
Death has had able ministers at work ;
A pompous tribute they have paid indeed!
Arnold! Hast thou done this?

Arn. Offended prince,
You find my fluttering soul upon the wing.
All a poor desp’rate and despairing wretch
Could do, this arm hath wrought.

Prince. Thrice have I mark'd
Thy valour wonderful.

Arn. All worthless quite.
That I could pay a hundred thousand lives
In gratitude to you, and love for England;
But feeble nature fail'd my better wish.
So here I render up a loathsome life-

Prince. Talk not of dying-Live, and still be mine.
Arn. Too gen'rous prince! Could your benignant

heart Forgive and cherish one who is so vile ? Prince. As Heav'n may pardon me, thy crime's forgot.

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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,

behold,
Where gallant Audley, like a tempest, pours
Destruction thro' the thickest ranks of foes !

Prince. Oh, Chandos, with astonishment my eye
Hath mark'd his valiant wonder-working sword I
Come, let us kindle at the great example,
And emulate the ardor we admire.

[Exeunt.

SCENE IV.

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