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And face my foes, 'till cover'd o'er with wounds,
I gain a fate becoming of a king.

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Enter CHARNEY, bleeding and faint, resting on his

sword. Char, Embrace this moment as your last for flight, “ The field is lost-I have not breath for more. « This honest wound came timely to my rescue, “ Or I'd been curst to wail the dregs of life “ Away in anguish. -Parent death, receive me.

[Lies down. “ This is the goal to which all nature runs, “ And I rejoice to reach it. -All is lost! My country, monarch, daughter, life, and-Oh!

“ [Dies. King. Thou, Charney hast escap'd- [ A shout. " What noise is that? Tour. The sound of triumph.---Now there is no

retreating, For, seel they have beset us all around. King. Come then, thou darling of thy father's

soul, “ We'll link our wretched fortunes here together. “ And if a king's example can inspire “ The few yet faithful in my lost condition, “ Cast fear behind, and daringly come on, “ Determin'd still to conquer or to die.”' Exeunt,

SCENE V.

Opens to a full prospect of the Field. Enter RIBEMONT,

-solus, Rib. Ill-fated Athens, thou hast breath'd thy last, But wherefore call'd I thee ill-fated ? since Death but prevented thee the curse of seeing Our arms dishonour'd, and our country lost. Now, sacred soul of him who gave me life, The purpose of thy visit is explain'd. No private evil, not a fate like mine That were a trival call for thee to earth : It was to warn me of a heavier loss, Our diadem and fame. Hah!-I'm alone Amidst a field of foes! - let me collect A decent vigour, like the hunted lion, With an assault to dignify my fall, And not shrink, tamely, to a vulgar fate.

Enter AUDLEY.
Aud. For England

Rib. France-By Heav'n, the gallant Audley 1
Now, fortune, I forgive thy partial dealing:
For, next to victory, my wish has been
To fall by so renown’d an arm as Audley's.

Aud. Brave Ribemont, I will return thy praise,
And own thee noblest of my country's foes.
Had we been natives of one happy land,

The gen'rous semblance of our souls had link'd us
In friendship's dearest bonds.

Rib. But here we stand
Determin'd champions in opposing lists,
Each in his country's cause, the other's foe.
Come, for I long to try this season'd blade
Upon true metal. If I conquer thee,
I take no portion of the foul disgrace,
Which Heav'n this day has thrown upon our arms,
But should my fortune, (as perhaps it may)
Like my poor country's, bow the head to England,
Then, Audley, wilt thou add to thy renown,
By doing what the king has only done,
Baffic the warrior he pronounc'd a brave one ?
Now for determination.

Aud. Hold a moment.Look on the field, brave Ribemont; behold, Thou hast no passage for escape left open! Me should'st thou vanquish; from the thousands

round thee, Captivity or death must be thy lot. Then make not havock of great qualities, Nor to thy kingdom lose through desperation, The bravest arms and noblest heart it boasts. Give my fond wish the power but to protect thee: Resign thy sword-I'll prove conqueror, But clasp thee with the warmth of gen'rous friend

ship. Rib. Audley, I thank thee ; but my hour is comem You bid me look upon the field; look thou,

And see the glory of my country blasted !
To lose a day like this.—and to survive it
Would be a wretchedness I'll ne'er endure.
No: in a nation's fate be mine involv'd :
To fall with France is now the only means
To satisfy my soul, and save my fame.

Aud. Oh, yet
Rib. l’nı fix'd.
Aud. Why then-for England this
Rib. And this for France-

[They fight some time, then stop. Aud. What! neither get the better? 'Tis a tough task !-Again

[They fight again, then stop. Rib. Why, valiant lord, “ The balance still nods doubtfull as the pow'rs “ Were undetermin'd which must yield the day. “ Are our fates grown of such high consequence, " That Heav'n should pause upon the great decision! “ Let us no longer worry one another, “ Where can the vulnerable spot be found ? Aud. Why there“[They fight, Ribemont falls, and Audley is

wounded, and rests upon his sword.
Rib. No, there.
Aud. We are companions still!"'

Rib. Inward I bleed: the streams of life run fast,
And all that did invigorate deserts me.
Audley, the palm of victory is thine;
I yield, I die—but glory in my fall

It is beneath the noblest English arm!
And that secures my fame. “ Thy bosom now
« May harbour him that is thy foe no more.

“ (Audley kneels and takes him in his arms. “ Why, this is kindl thus lock'd in thy embrace, “ To let a rival warrior breathe his last.” Report me truly as thy sword has foundI know thou wilt; and, in the long hereafter, If we can meet, l’ll thank thee for't.-Farewell.

[Dies. Aud. Farewell, brave Ribemont; thou fearless

soldier. Peace to thy ashes—to thy soul rewardAnd honour crown thy name! A foe could weep! But pity would disgrace a death like thine. [Trumpets.

Enter PRINCE, CHANDOS, and Attendants. Prince. [Turning back.] Give instant orders to re

call our parties; I will not hazard, by a rash pursuit, So vast a victory! " And let my standard “ Be hoisted on the highest neighb'ring tree, " To guide our troops returning from the 'chace." England, my Chandos, triumphs! For our arms Have won the noblest field that e'er was fought! Ha! Audley bleeding !--Then must conquest mourn, And I lament, amidst my spoils and trophies, The best of nobles, warriors, and of friends.

Aud. Faint with the loss of blood-I hope no more.
Prince. Summon assistance; all that wealth can reach

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