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SCENE II.

—FIELD OF BATTLE.
Men cross, fighting. Trumpets sound. Enter Dunwarro, Ferrex, and Soldiers.
Dunwarro.
O dire effects of civil war. Thy brother
Loegra abets, and Cambria, with their Dukes—
But Inmer's men lie dead upon the field,
And Cambria now has with Albania leagued,
To meet us in fresh battle. Will it please thee
To heed my counsel, Prince?

Ferrex.
When turned I ever
A deaf ear to thy wisdom?

Dunwarro.
Once—or these
Mischances had not been.

Ferrex.
I see my error—
But spare me thy rebukes.

Dunwarro.
Here then we part—
Thou to the left, and I unto the right.
Make onset thou on these confederate hosts
With thy whole force; whiles I, with my six hundred,
Inquire my way where Inmer's men lie slain.
These found, their bodies yield their armour up,
In clothing for my troop, whom, thus disguised,
Will I guide on to where the enemy
Think themselves most secure; assault them there,
Ere they detect the feint, and, that achieved,
Rear high my ensign for thyself to note,
Even from the opposite quarter of the field;
Which seeing, take new courage, and confirm
Victory by instant action.

Ferrex.
Wisely planned.

Dunwarro.
Now then to work. March on—these men are mine.

[Exit.
Ferrex.
These, mine. I have no heart for this day's work,
Yet is constraint upon me to perform it.

[Trumpets—exeunt omnes.