 | Juliana or The Princess of Poland |  |
The Fourth ACT.
Enter Ossolinsky, Cassonofsky, Lubomirsky: After, shouts and acclamations without.The Scene an open field covered with Tents.
Osso., Casso.
All's our own, victory, victory.
Come, for the plunder of the Princess Tent.
Enter Demetrius and Battista.
Lub.
But see Prince Radzevile, Commander of the Transilvanian
horse; what news from the dead? did not I see thee fall under thy
horse feet?
Casso.
Come, for the plunder of the Tent, brave Prince.
Osso.
Move slow Devils.
Ex. Osso. Casso. Lub. shouting.
Dem.
Never did such a gale of fortune blow, I'le sail in tides of blood
up to their Tents, and take the Duke o'Curlands Mistress prisoner,
carry her to Moscow, and keep her captive till Poland ransomes her
with Curlands blood; follow brave men.
Ex.
Bat.
Go, 'tis in vain to hinder thee
When honour calls, nor will I stop thee now,
Although he fights, he knows not where, nor how.
Ex.
Enter Colimsky; the Scene continued.
Col.
Must we not only fight with men, but Devils? Radzevile
Commander of the Transilvanian horse, who fell by my sword, is mounted
afresh, hath broke through all our Troops, and Stands o'Pikes, and
flies like lightning to the Princes Tent, and doth greater things, now
dead, then living. Pursue the Warlike Ghost; all, all to the Princes
Tent—But see whole Troops of flame;
(A flame flashes through the Tents)
a thousand fiery Spears pierce every way, and a bright Cloud of fire
breaks from the Town; what should it mean?
Enter an Officer running.
Off.
My Lord, to the Princes Tent, or she is lost.
Col.
Teach me my duty you slave;
Strikes him with his Sword.
What meanes this flame?
Off.
It is some valiant stranger, but who I know not, that hath flown
about just like a Fire-ship in Seas of blood to grapple with whole Fleets;
and seeing the enemy flow all in Tides up to the Princes Tent, hath
Cavalry he comes to force his passage.
Col.
Brave men, I'le lead the way to glory; all, all to th'Princes
Tent.
Ex.
Enter Ladislaus, Theodore, and followers with Flambaux in their hands.
Lad.
Come valiant men, let's give 'um brave diversion,
Lets set their Tents afloat in blood and flames,
And fill the Air with Clouds of humane ashes;
Set all on fire, the Town, the Tents, the Temple;
Spare not the very houses of Religion.
Ex.
The.
Brave Prince, how generous thy actions are!
Unseen he changes all the Scenes of warr,
And with a noble scorn he fights for them
Who both his courage and his love contemn;
These Glories must at last themselves betray,
And through all gloomy Clouds must pierce a way.
Ex.
The Scene is chang'd to the Princesses Pavilion; A noise of arms, The women shrieke within: And enter Hypolita, Emilia, Francisca running.
Hyp., Em., Fran.
Murder, murder, the Princess will be murdered.
Enter Sharnofsky defending the Princess, pursued by Demetrius, Ossolinsky, Cassonofsky, Lubomirsky, Battista, and Guard; the Women run about shrieking and crying murder.
Jul.
Stand by Sharnofsky, I'le defend my self.
Shar.
Madam, for heavens sake do not deprive me in the last moment
of my life, of that which I have liv'd and fought for all this while;
I loose my honour, and I die in vain.
Jul.
That honour you shall have, but not alone,
Nor rob my courage Sir, to crown your own.
Shar.
Oh! whether doth she rush? for shame ye cowards set not your
swords against a Ladies breast, your Princess too: she bleeds; you saucy
Villains, y'ave wounded a Divinity, th'Americans would have kneeled
and prayed to; ye Powers, what are ye all asleep above the Clouds?
if ye are, lend me your thunder: oh! she's lost.
Osso.
You are my prisoner Sir.
to Shar.
Dem.
You Princess, are mine.
to Jul.
Casso.
So now shall I have a full draught of revenge.
Dem.
Now know fond Poles, I have deluded you; I am not Radzevile,
but Demetrius, a Prince o'the Imperial house of Muscovy; a mortal,
Curland, who like a treacherous Pole, after I had took him prisoner,
shew'd him kindness, hath stole my Princess, and I'le enslave his, and
the next time I come, enslave you all: And now stand by me valiant
Transilvanians, I'le give you all a hundred crowns a man.
Bat.
Oh! the good heavens, he betrayes himself.
Osso., Casso., Lub.
Ha! what saith Radzevile?
Shar.
This is distraction.
Jul.
Must I be carried then a slave to Moscow?
Hyp., Em., Fran.
Oh, the Princess! oh, this Russian slave!
Dem. drags her along.
Osso., Casso., Lub.
He's mad, he raves.
Casso.
Hold Sir, cleave the Rebels head, slaves.
Fran.
Heaven! what stupid Lethargy hath seiz'd thee? assist, unbind
me, or else strike me dead, rather then torture me with such a sight.
Osso., Casso., Lub.
Hold Rebel, Villain.
Osso.
My Lords, command all your men, Horse and Foot, to surround
the Transilvanian Troops, and make 'um fling down their Arms,
or dye.
Ex.
Lub.
Let all the Cossacques wheele.
Dem.
Fire, give fire; a hundred of you stay, and guard the prisoners.
Bat.
Oh! the unruly fire that governs thee,
Where will it lead thee?
Ex.
Casso.
Now to guard the Prisoners shall be my work:
Jul.
How am I made the sport and scorn of Fortune, abus'd by Curland,
trampled on by slaves; and now led bound to follow the Triumphant
Chariot of Scarlet perjury?
Sh.
My soul is torn with grief and rage.
Casso.
Come then, I'le ease you both; alas I pity you; but chiefly
you, good Princess: your kind Father I thank him eas'd me of many a
burthensome employment; and I in gratitude will ease your shoulders
of such a weighty head laden with sorrow.
Call Oss. Dem. Bat. bound.
Hyp., Em., Fran.
Oh bloody Villain!
Jul.
Insolent slave; dares such a thing as thee threaten a Princess
life?
Shar.
Barbarous Dogg, bring me but to him, Ile kick his dirty soul
out of his body.
I'le snap thy saucy head from off thy shoulders first. Guards
kill the prisoners, I'le not allow the formality of praying; and he that
asks what Orders I have for it, let 'um know, I wear my Orders by my
side; this is my Cardinal, Senate, and my King,
shews his naked
Faulchion.
off with their heads, his crooked Majesty commands
it.
Shar.
Thou Monster of mankind, hast thou no sense of pity or humanity,
nor of thy own, nor of thy Countries honor, which such a horrid
act will render infamous to all the world? here quench thy barbarous
thirst of blood with mine, open all my veins, take my life, my fortune,
honour, all I have, but spare, oh spare the Daughter of thy King.
Jul.
No more my Lord, swell not the Villains pride by falling prostrate
to it; Quick Hypolita, give me a Ponyard.
Casso.
Fetch a Wrack, an Engine, I'le torter him to death: But ha!
(Enter Ossolimsky and Guard, with Demetrius,
and Battista bound.
more sport, de'e come to put affronts upon the
Kingdoms.
Osso.
In the face of the whole Army Sir, Ile cool your fiery insolence.
Dem.
Yes, murder me you slaves,
I do deserve this punishment, and more,
That my revenge should be so low and poor;
I ought t'have set it at no lower rate
Then the whole ruine of your Polish State,
All of you hudled in one common doom,
Curland the Cipher to make up the sum.
Casso.
Tame the proud Rebel; Guards, off with his head.
Osso.
Hold, strike who dares, till I give the command!
Dem.
Come Villains, level me right against the Clouds,
And then give fire, discharge my flaming soul
Against such saucy Destinies as those
As dare thus basely of my life dispose;
Then from the Clouds rebounding I will fall,
And like a clap of thunder tear you all.
Osso.
VVell then Sir, since your spirit is so high,
Your head shall be as lofty by and by,
Yes, you'r exalted thoughts shall have their due,
Your head shall stand in both the Armies view.
Casso.
Guards, are you sleep? cleave all their heads at once.
Osso., Casso.
Strike.
All the Women give a shriek, and at that instant enter Lubomirsky running.
Lub.
Hold.
Osso., Casso.
Count Lubomirsky, the news?
Lub.
All's lost; I am in such a confusion I cannot speak, some Devil
Town, the Tents, and here he's coming on waves of blood and flame.
Lasso.
Hell take thee for thy news; where is this Devil?
Casso., Osso.
The Gurads retire; stand Villains, or you die.
Lub.
Stand, cowardly slaves.
Dem.
Is Fortune penitent? Battista loose me.
Bat.
I am bound too, Sir.
Dem.
Are your teeth bound too, Sir?
Shar.
Ha! is the Scale a turning?
A thousand crowns but for one hand loose.
Jul.
Deliverance swift like lightning! Heaven, I thank thee.
Enter Ladislaus driving the Gaurds before him, followed by Theodore, and Cavaliers.
Lad.
Stay flying Cowards; disparage not my sword,
Let it be said at least I fought with men.
Osso., Casso., Lub.
We are lost.
they are taken prisoners.
Dem.
And must I stand to be a thing of pity,
To receive the charity of this mans sword?
Shar.
I blush at our own chaines, and this mans glory.
Lad.
Secure the Lords, Madam, the Scene is chang'd,
You'r all at liberty;
And now my next great deed shall be
aside
To set my heart at liberty from thee.
Ex.
The.
My noble Lord,
Thus through the field with unseen triumphs flies,
As souls make their Entradoes in the skies;
Sure Heaven some mighty glory hath design'd,
At last to crown such an Illustrious mind.
Ex.
Jul.
What Prodigy's this?
Hyp.
'Tis your Angel, Madam.
Jul.
A thousand Crowns to know him.
Shar.
A Warlike Fantome.
By heaven created for this exigence.
Dem.
His haughty Valour hath affronted me,
Ile out and kill him for his insolence,
And when he's dead, I'le hug him for his bravery.
Exit.
Bat.
To arms again; thus doth his active soul
Leap from one danger to another;
Here we destroy, and there we save,
As Vessels tost from Wave to Wave.
Ex.
Shar.
Let's out, and help to reap this glorious Harvest;
But hark, a loud Volley of Martial shouts.
within.
Long live Juliana, our Queen.
Shar.
Blest noise; your name is bandied in the Clouds,
There's a victorious Tempest in the Aire,
And see a thousand lights approach the Tent.
Casso.
Oh cursed sight! and cursed noise.
Enter Colimsky.
Col.
Now Madam, all's our own; your enemies have all flung down
their arms, some come to crave your pardon, others flie in multitudes to
the Cardinals Tent; the Cardinal in transports of rage for his misfortune,
confest his horrid villanies, and fled: I sent an Officer to conduct him
to a private Grotto in a neighbouring Grove, pretendingly for his security;
In the interim the croudes rifled his Tent, and found the Crown
conceal'd, and here they'r coming sailing along with shouts and acclamations,
resolving to repose it on your brow.
Jul.
The weight's too great for me.
All
within.
Secure the distracted State.
Col.
The people grow impatient.
Jul.
I'le sacrifice my self t'appease the croudes;
Heavens! never was such a turn of fortune known,
From a Scaffold to a Throne,
In one moment to be seen,
A dying Captive and a Queen.
Ex.
Col.
So now my good Lords you may be all at leasure for holy contemplations:
Shar.
Guards, see especially
To that malicious Count.
Ex. Shar. Col.
Casso.
I know your kindness, I need not go to an Astrologer to know
my doom: What a long neck shall I have when my head's set upon a
Pole on one of the City Gates.
Osso., Lub.
This is the giddiness of Fortune.
Lead away with Guard as prisoners.
Enter Demetrius and Battista.
Dem.
This way the Spirit went, and as it walk't I saw a kind of shape
resembling Curland.
Bat.
My Lord, your fancy in the heat of passion forges a thousand
Images.
Dem.
If 'twas his Ghost, I'le find out his abode; let it be Aire, Earth,
or Fire.
Ba.
If it walks any where, 'tis there amongst the Queens tryumphant Train
Dem.
I hear 'um shout, I'le amongst'um.
Bat.
Hold Sir, pray let 'um not discover you for fear the Poles revenge
th'affront you did their Princess.
Dem.
Then I'le revenge th'affront the Poles did me.
Ex.
Heavens! what a task have I? It is the same,
To bridle a tempest, or to steer a flame.
Ex.
Enter the Cardinal conducted by an Officer.
The Scene a hollow Rock in a Grove.
Card.
Heaven! have mercy! whither dost thou lead me?
Off.
I was commanded to conduct you hither;
The Count will come to you here, and bring the news.
Card.
He is a worthy friend.
Off.
'Tis dark and private,
Here you may lie with safety.
Card.
Thus in a moment is my Sun gone down.
Enter a Gentleman running.
Gent.
My Lord, convey your self away with speed,
All's lost; your men are fled, your Tent is plunder'd; the Princess
Crown'd, and all your friends betray you; my Lord Grand Marshal's
coming with a Guard from the Queen to secure you.
Card.
Then there's no trust in man.
Gent.
This way Sir; hasten.
Off.
Hold Sir, not so fast.
Card.
Art thou set here to betray me too?
Off.
To guard you Sir.
Card.
To guard me as a Victim for Sacrifice; I am at last outwitted
in Villany.
Gent.
Oh heavens! Sir, you'r lost,
shout
The Queen approaches; heark the dreadful shouts,
A thousand streaming lights flow all this way.
Card.
And let 'um come, I have a friend in private will not betray
me.
pulls out a Handkerchif
Gent.
A poisoned Handkerchief I fear.
Card.
The little winding-sheet of all my glories;
Ah! had I studied but as much to gain
Heaven, as this world, I had not sweat in vain:
Instead of horrours that pursue me now,
Immortal Crowns had waited for my brow;
But my amazing miseries now are
Beyond the aid of Penitence and Prayer:
To my own Idols I too long did bow,
To put that fawning cheat on heaven now;
For he hath my Religion understood
To be but craft, and my devotion blood.
My heaven was t'ascend the Papal Throne,
Where to save others souls, I've lost my own.
And now, alas! 'twere folly to deny
My self the pleasure to despair and die.
Never to stake their souls at games of State;
For though a while perhaps they seem to win,
They'l find at last there is no cheat like sin.
dies
Gent.
He's gone; irrecoverably gone; his great souls fled,
And see a thousand lights usher the Queen.
She comes to see her mighty enemy
The Scene shuts upon the Card. &c.
Lye a cold Statue prostrate at her feet.
Enter Juliana Crown'd, Hypolita, Emilia, Francisca, Sharnofsky, Colimsky, and Guards, at one end of the Theater, Paulina as mixt with the crowd.
Om.
Long live Juliana Queen of Poland.
Jul.
My Lords, I thank you for all this great honour.
Paul.
I've stole from Count Alexey and Joanna,
aside
To seek my Lord, and I'me afraid to find him,
Or with my Rival here, or with the dead;
If here I find him, I'm resolv'd he dyes,
Only to spoil the tryumphs of her eyes;
But see, my servants come, I'le get away.
Ex.
Enter Alexey, Joanna, and Landlord.
Jo.
Heavens! where is she wander'd; and how came we to lose her?
Al.
What do'st thou do crowding in here? idle body, come help us
to look our Master.
Land.
I look your Master, go hang your self with your Master.
Jul.
What murmurings that?
Col.
See Guards, what means that noise?
Land.
No Rascals, I remember your Megrim, your Snush, and your
Mustard; I'le make you pay dear for that Mustard, it shall be costly
Mustard.
Guard.
Oh! is it you Sir?
layes hold on Landlord
Col.
Guards keep off the Rabble; take that rude fellow, clap him
neck and heels.
Ale., Jo.
Begone, quick, quick, and leave the Rogue i'th'Bilboes.
(Ex. Al. Jo.
Land.
Oh, good your Honour, I beseech your sweet Honour.
Col.
Sirrah, what's your business here?
Land.
Nothing an't like your honour, but a couple of idle quarrelsome
Rascals that lie at my house, ha' lost their Master, and they'd make
me look for their Master; Now if they ha' lost their Master, I'm not
bound to make good their Master by no Law in Poland; I refer it to
your Honour.
Col.
Get you about your business Sirrah, and make no references to
me.
I thank your Honour, I believe your Honour knows me, don't
you, remember where you lay when your Honour kept the fat Lady, the
Lady Clumsky? you could make references to her for all your pride.
aside
Col.
Begone Sirrah.
Land.
I thought I should put you in mind of a reference;
aside
I've done an't like your Honour.
Jul.
Now my Lords, what news of the Cardinal.
Col.
Nigh to this part of the field is the Grotto where I commanded
him to be conveigh'd, and see the Officer I sent to guard him.
Enter an Officer.
Off.
My Lord the Cardinal.
Osso.
Where is he?
Off.
Dead.
Om.
Dead.
Off.
He lies so near, Torches may shew him you.
The Scene is drawn, the Cardinal presented dead in a Grotto, a Gentleman waiting by him.
Land.
Oh, bominable! kild? and is the Councel o'Trent, and Pope
Paul come to this? thou must know honest Guard I'm a merry man, and
I us'd to visit this good man's back Cellar o'Rhenish, and then I call'd it
the Council o'Trent, and there was a great Tun, great Grandfather, or
Gossip at least to the great Tun o'Heydelburgh, and that I us'd to call
Pope Paul the third, and there did the Beef-eaters o'the Guard and I—
Guard.
Beef-eaters you Rascal!
Land.
Sit in Councel about the good o'Christendom, till at parting
we did our reverences to Pope Paul, fall down and kiss his great Toe,
the Spigot, and let the heavenly Benediction drop into our mouthes.
Guard.
You'd have my Halbeard drop into your mouthes, would you
Beef-eater, you saucy Cur?
Jul.
A mournful spectacle; how died the Cardinal?
Off.
Proudly as he liv'd; he would not stoop to pray,
Or if he pray'd, 'twas so, as he would seem
He expected heaven should first pray to him;
He gave up's glory, but with such a pride,
He scorn'd to keep it, since he was deny'd;
And though with death he found some little strife,
Rather then ask, he would resign his life.
Land.
What a wicked fellow was this? oh, sye upon him! not say his
Prayers when he died! how doth he ever think to come to good; my
Lord, he was as arrant a—
Col.
Guard—
Land.
I ha'done, an't like your Honour.
Guard.
Sirrah, I could find in my heart to Beef-eat you.
Jul.
I'm sorry for his soul, but heaven's merciful! ah! had this great
he had been a man too glorious.
Land.
Nay truly, he had as good a Study of Books I'le say for that him,
good old Authours, Sack and Claret, Rhenish and old Hock; come said
I to the Library keeper, tap me St. Gregory, or that good old Father a
tilt that looks like St. George a Horse back; take his Nag by the Spigot,
and give our brains a leap, said I.
Guard.
Thou hast a mind to be laid by th'heels with thy Pope
Paul.
Land.
I ha' done honest Guard.
Shar.
He was too self admiring, and conceited
The Church and we did but his wisdom owe
All honours Rome or Poland could bestow.
Land.
He was something self-conceited indeed, that's the truth
on't.
Col.
He had a soaring spirit.
Shar.
Reaching wisdom.
Col.
Unsatiably ambitious, and inexorable.
Land.
He was a notable man.
Jul.
No more my Lords; what he hath done, he's gone to answer
for; then for the reverence we owe Religion, let him be Interr'd with
decency.
they take up the Car.
Land.
And for the reverence I owe burnt Claret, I'le be at's Funeral.
Jul.
Now all the Storms are past, the Winds are down,
The Waves transport me gently to a Crown:
Kind heaven smiles, and I am got above
All other Tempests but the World and Love:
And now I'le seek Religions flowry shore,
And be expos'd to all these storms no more.
My Lords attend me, and you all shall know
How I'le my person, and the Crown bestow.
Ex.
Land.
Well, I swear this is a delicate woman, I'de give all I'am worth
in the world I were a young Prince for her sake, I'de so jumble her and
tumble her, I'de set her upon her head, and her heels, and kiss this end,
and that end, and all in an honest way too.
Col.
These words are of dubious and mysterious sense.
Shar.
To a Cloyster I fear.
Hyp.
My Lords prevail with her,
I can assure you she designs a Cloyster.
Col.
Let's attend her to the Palace, and then meet in Councel.
Ex. Om. Ma. Land.
Land.
Well, it's a lovely Creature; I love her so well, I could
be contented to be a little Shock for her sake, that I might lye in her lap,
lick her lips, and be stroak't, but hang't, it would but puff me up, I
should be too proud and self-conceited: But here's a devillish fall in my
humble. Well now, there's a Harvest a coming, a Coronation; oh,
what a crop of Dollars will I reap for my windows, and Belcony: I'le
have a Rix Dollar for every quarry in my window, and a hundred for
my Belcony; that is to say, fifty for my Bell, and fifty for my Coney.
In all I'le have in currant Polish money,
A hundred Rix Dollers for my Bell-coney.
Ex.
Enter Battista.
Bat.
Heavens! I've lost him, whither is he wander'd?
What new Fury hath transported him?
But ha! the glittering of a naked Sword;
A person tall, and of my Princes stature,
Walking about, and hark I hear a voice!
Enter Paulina.
Paul.
Heavens! I walk about here in the dark,
And hear the labours of departing souls;
A thousand aiery formes flie round about me,
And fan me into cold and dewey sweats:
Oh! if my Lord be dead, would I were with him.
Bat.
The place is inchaunted.
Enter Demetrius with his naked sword.
Dem.
There the dying voice fainted away, by that old wall—
no lyar, that was an eccho.
Bat.
My Prince, some frightful Apparition leads him about.
Dem.
What art thou that usurp'st the sacred name of my divinity?
Speak, or I'le turn a Ghost as thin as thee,
And torture thee.—
Paul.
Heark, the Guards are near, I will avoid 'um, and go fetch a
Torch, and seek my Lord among the dead, in those pale Groves he is unkindly
wander'd, t'avoid his poor Paulina.
Ex.
Bat.
Heark, the voice cries Paulina.
Dem.
Paulina still; what saucy Spirit mocks me with that name?
could I but find thee, I'de tear thy aerial body into Atomes; and I'le
have light or I'le fire this Grove, I, & set thee on a Rack of flame to make
thee confess, who, and what thou art? and a light comes from behind
that wall, a youth with a Torch, I'le run and fetch it.
Bat.
He's grown distracted, I must speak to him Sir.
Dem.
And dost appear at last!
runs at Battista
Bat.
'Tis I; Battista Sir.
Dem.
I know I might have kil'd thee so; I'm led about with voices,
groans, illusions; fetch me that Torch.
Bat.
A fair and lovely youth walking among the dead; sure 'tis some
Spectre.
Fetch me that Torch!
Joanna and Alexey run over the Stage.
Jo.
There she is all alone walking with a Torch.
Al.
Where?
Jo.
Under that Tree.
Al.
I see her, let's run, let's run to her?
Dem.
Hark, a consort of voices.
Bat.
Let's leave this dismal place? there's a Cabal of melancholly
Spirits that haunt it; see two flying shapes come towards this youth.
Dem.
I think the dead hold here their Rendesvouze; heark, there
are more come from yonder Grove? I'm tortur'd, plagu'd; fetch me
the Torch I say?
Bat. Ex and enter Lad. and Theo.
Lad.
Now Theodore, press me no more,
I now renounce her, and her Sex for ever.
And now I've steer'd her safely to a Throne,
I'le leave her in her Ports, and to my own,
From whence the war she hath on me begun,
Shall now on all the world be carried on;
And captive Monarches shall of her complain,
And curse my injuries and her disdain,
Whil'st I shall still by blood and slaughter prove
The scorn and hate I bear to her, and love.
Dem.
Ho! stand, what are you? Battista, come with a Torch!
Lad.
Heark, the Perdues call to the Guard; I'le in my Chariot to
Town; do you ride before, Theodore, and get Post-horses ready this
night, I'le onward on my way to Curland.
Ex. Lad. Theo.
Dem.
To Curland! Ye Powers, stand, stand, come with the Torch you
slave.
Enter Battista running, and layes hold on Dem.
Bat.
Sir, Sir.
Dem.
I see a Chariot, Villain stand by or I'le kill thee.
Bat.
Are you distracted Sir? yonder's your Princess; I've overheard
their talk.
Dem.
Yonder's Curlands Chariot, and the slave holds me.
Bat.
Ha! I see a Chariot, I'le after it, do you go to your Princess:
here, here Sir.
Enter Paulina, Joanna, Alexey with a Torch.
Paul.
Hark, I hear a voice.
Al.
It is the Guards.
Bat.
Here Sir, by all that's good, this is your Princess.
Dem.
After the Chariot then, flie; Sir, a word with you.
to Paul.
Paul.
The Guards call to us, out with the Torch Alex.
Paul., Jo.
Run, run; murder, murder.
Jo. Paul. run off.
The Torch is put out.
Al.
Flie Madam, I'le make good your retreat.
draws
Curse on my folly, I've lost 'um in the dark.
Bat.
Ha, lost them and the Chariot both? curse on this rashness;
here, here they flee.
Both run confusedly crossing each other, and know not which way to take.
Dem.
Here, here's a path.
Bat.
I see the Chariot going straight to Town.
Dem.
I see the shape flying on the wind before me.
both run off.
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