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[SCENE I.]

SCENE Continues.
Angus, Dunbar.
Dunbar.
By Heav'n it glads me, that my Sword shall find
An ample Field to Day.—The King arrous'd,
Chafes like a Lion in the Toils betray'd?

Angus.
I mark'd his Indignation, as it rose
At Athol's proud Reply, from calm Concern,
To anxious Tumult, menacing Disdain,
And overboiling Wrath.—But say, my Friend,
How move the Rebels?—Are their Ranks dispos'd
By military Skill?—Or come they on
In undistinguish'd Crouds?—

Dunbar.
In Concourse rude
They swarm undisciplin'd—all arm'd alike
With Sword and Target.—On their first Assault
(Fearless indeed and headlong!) all their Hopes
Of Conquest, must depend.—If we, unbroke,
Sustain their Onset; little skill'd in War,
To wheel, to rally and renew the Charge,
Confusion, Havock and Dismay will seize
Th'astonish'd Rout.—

Angus.
What Numbers bring they on?

Dunbar.
Ten thousand, as I guess.—

Angus.
Ours scarce amount
To half the Number: Yet, with those, we mean,
To hazard an Encounter.—Thou, mean while,
Shalt visit ev'ry Passage, sound th'Alarm,
And man the City-Walls.—Here I attend
The King—and lo! he comes.—

[Exit Dunbar.