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SCENE II.

Enter Bagshot, and Rapatio.
Bagshot.
It must not—shall not be—the dirty scoundrels,
Foaming with passion animate each other—
Abuse my men and trample on my bands.

Rapatio.
Insulting dogs! and are they wrought to this?
'Tis well—a scene now opens to my mind.
And hark'ee Bagshot—should these high swoln wretches
Again insult, remember you are soldiers—

Bagshot.
Well then, since you approve,
I'll give those orders, which I dare not do
By my mere motion.
Repeated wrongs have blown up all their courage.
They stretch like steeds, and snuffs the distant battle;
And like the vulture, couch in dreadful ambush
And wait a day of carnage—sire, adieu—

[Exeunt.