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SCENE II.
Knights. Arnolph. Almida at a distance, her hair floating in disorder.ARNOLPH.
Fly ye brave warriors—fly to rescue Tancred;
Drove on by zeal, peril and death surround him!
Single he fights against a croud of foes,
Whose rallied forces press collected on him!
Gods! I could curse these arms by age unnerv'd
Ill suited to my soul! Ah fly! be quick,
And save this noble valiant youth!
LOREDAN.
We go,
And will conduct him safe. His valour now
Rises to rashness, which we can't approve.
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