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SCENE III.
A Camp, Drums, Trumpets, and military Shouts.
MARTIAL SONG, sung by Mr. Vernon.
Now they charge, &c.
[Exeunt drums and trumpet, a march.
Come if you dare, our trumpets sound;
Come if you dare, the foes rebound:
We come, we come, we come, we come,
Says the double, double, double beat of the thund'ring drum.
Come if you dare, the foes rebound:
We come, we come, we come, we come,
Says the double, double, double beat of the thund'ring drum.
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Now they charge on amain,
Now they rally again:
The gods from above the mad labour behold,
And pity mankind that will perish for gold.
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Now they rally again:
The gods from above the mad labour behold,
And pity mankind that will perish for gold.
Now they charge, &c.
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