 | The Regicide : Or, James the First, of Scotland |  |
SCENE III.
An Apartment.Angus, Ramsay.
Angus.
By Heav'n, it much alarms me!—Wide o'er all
The dusky Plain, by the Fires half extinct,
Are seen the soldiers, roll'd in Heaps confus'd,
The Slaves of brutal Appetite.—Save those
Beneath thy Discipline, scarce one remains
From the Contagion free.
Ramsay.
When we return'd
Fatigu'd from Battle, Numbers brought, unask'd,
Refreshments for the wounded from the Town:
Thence, the Temptation spread from Rank to Rank,
And few resisted.
Angus.
But that I consult
My King's Tranquillity, and would not wake
Th'affrighted Citizens with an Alarm,
An hundred Trumpets should this instant, raise
Their brazen Throats together, and arrouse
Th'extended Sluggards.—Go, my valiant Friend,
And with thy uninfected Troop attend
To ev'ry Motion of th'incertain Night.
[Exit Ramsay.
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