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SCENE IX.

King attended, Ramsay.
Ramsay.
O fatal Chance!
The Traitor Grime, with a selected Band,
(While Angus, press'd on every Side, sustains
Th'unequal Fight) a secret Path pursu'd
Around the Hills, and pouring all at once,
Surpriz'd the eastern Gate!—the Citizens
With Consternation smote, before his Arms
In Rout disorder'd fly!—

King.
Ha! then the Wheel
Of Fate full Circle rolls to crush me down!
Nor leaves one Pause for Conduct!—Yet I'll bear
My Fortunes like a King—Haste and collect
The scattered Parties—Let us not submit
'Ere yet subdu'd—To Arms.

[Drawing.
Ramsay.
Alas my Prince!
The Convent is beset—Hark! while we speak
The Gates are burst—Behold—

King.
We must prevent
The Pangs of ling'ring Misery, and fall
With Honour, as we lived—