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SCENE VII.
Inguiomer, Gothmund.Gothmund.
A dark conspiracy against the life
Of our brave Chief, here in our very camp!
Inguiomer.
You hear it gods! and does your thunder sleep?
Will you not send your forked lightning down,
Wing'd with red vengeance on the traitor's head?
Gothmund.
Soon as Arminius—
[Sound of trumpets.
Inguiomer.
In good time he comes.
That trumpet's clangour speaks the Chief's arriv'd.
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