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SCENE IV.

STRENI, a Servant.
SERVANT.
My Lord,
The gates are all beset with armed men.

STRENI.
Confusion! What is this? What armed men?
Is this young ruffian mad? From its firm base
He heaves this marble-pillar'd castle first,
And mounts it on the wind—He force these gates!
Were he an earthquake shot from hell he should not.—
What armed men?

SERVANT.
The servants of the state.


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STRENI.
O God! God! God!

SERVANT.
Their leading officer,
My Lord, desires an audience.

STRENI.
Send him hither.