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SCENE V.

Enter CHANCELLOR and CRICHTON, Jun.
Chancellor.
Love makes me too familiarly intrude,
And from your gen'rous friendship hope excuse.

Douglas.
Lord regent reconcil'd! my Prince's favour;
A peaceful prospect of the highest honours;
To you I owe: when friends exceed his love,
May Douglas bend before his foes in war.

Chancellor.
Such sentiments will suit your glorious race.

Crichton, Jun.
Your virtue's fame, like sacred incense spread,
Delighting earth, and grateful to the skies,
First charm'd mine ear; your virtue, now my soul.
My brave deliv'rer! When th'enraged bull,
On each strong horn, presented instant death,
Your thund'ring sword soon blasted all his strength.

Douglas.
Such aid from me the meanest had receiv'd.—