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Scæne 3.
Enter Duke and Gentlemen.Duke.
Have ye been with 'em?
Gent.
Yes, and't please your Grace,
But no perswasion serves 'em, nor no promise,
They are fearefull angry, and by this time sir,
Upon their march to the enemy—
Du.
They must be stopt.
Enter Burris.
Gent.
I, but what force is able? and what leader—
Du.
How now, have you been with Archas?
Bur.
Yes, and't please ye,
And told him all: he frets like a chas'd Lyon,
And cals for his Armes: and all those honest Courtiers
That dare draw Swords.
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Is he able to do any thing?
Bur.
His mind is well enough; and where his charge is,
Let him be ne're so sore, 'tis a full Army.
Du.
Who commands the Rebels?
Bur.
The young Collonell,
That makes the old man almost mad: he sweares sir,
He will not spare his Sons head for the Dukedome.
Du.
Is the Court in Armes?
Bur.
As fast as they can bussell,
Every man mad to goe now: inspir'd strangely,
As if they were to force the Enemie,
I beseech your Grace to give me leave.
Du.
Pray go sir,
And looke to the old man well; take up all fairely,
And let no bloud be spilt; take generall pardons,
And quench this fury with faire peace.
Bur.
I shall sir,
Or seale it with my service; they are villaines;
The Court is up: good sir, go strengthen 'em,
Your Royall sight will make 'em scorne all dangers;
The Generall needs no proofe.
Du.
Come let's go view 'em.
Exeunt.
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