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SCENE I.

The Scene the Duke of Luxemburghs Tent in the French Camp, present himself, the Marquess de Boufflers, the Marshal de Duras, Fevillade, &c.
M. Bouffl.
A trifling Loss, and scarcely worth the naming,
In the whole Action but five hundred slain:
And we must do our Eemies that Justice,
They sallied out like Men inur'd to Arms.

Luxemb.
Relieve the Centrys that have watcht so long,
To the Officers.
Nature must have repose—this stubborn Town
Still vexes me, yet were our num'rous Army
As great as e're was chronicled in Story,
All should be slain ev'n to a single Man,
Before the Kings Pretentions should be lost.

Enter a Messenger.
Messeng.
My Lord, another Sally has been made,
The Enemy attempting to demolish
A Wind-mill to the Counterscarp adjoyning,
Did in the Action kill two hundred Men.

Luxemb.
Let them go on and surfeit with their Glory,
Fortune with these Successes does but flatter 'em,
Like Gamesters they at first have Lucky throws,
This tempts them on to venture deeper still,
Till they at last by one unlucky Chance
Loose all their flatt'ring hopes and store of gain.

Boufflers.
Never was better tim'd this City's Siege,
Secure they liv'd, not Dream'd of such Attacques,
The Governour of all the Spanish Netherlands
Is at the Hague consulting how to form
The Model of this present Summers War,
His presence wanting to inform their Actions,
Like men just rows'd from sleep they talk and act,
But 'tis with such Confusion that they hardly
Know whether that they act or speak at all.

Enter a Second Messenger.
Messenger.
My Lords, his Majesty is with his Highness
The Dauphin, Conde, and the Duke de Chartres,
Together with the chiefest of the Nobles,
Just now arrived in Person in the Camp,
And your immediate Conference commands.

Luxemb.
We go—This, Boufflers is the Soul of Courage,
When our great Monarch does himself appear,
At head of all his Numerous Troops in person,
This no small Comforts to our hopes does bring,
Cowards will Fight when headed by a King.