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Scen. 4.

Celerinus, Bugargo, Orestes, Sisterus, Dirisius, Gervoron, Burnamoy.
Cel.
Since time, tradition, forces against will
And all the Countries invitations,
Me to withstand Aberdens ardency,
Of choller, which at length consumes all what
It meets with, whose vast supportment would
Not subsist, but be demolishe, and top
Submissive to its feet, know if let rest,
Sloath would enter course, yet Fame not be
Ejected, your valour still would reigne,
And, Bugargo, if you maintain our right;
Supporting all our cause, and not detarding
Shame, but Derisius, Gervoron, both
Take part with him, you shall have recompence,
I stand oblig'd all due to common sense.

Burg.
Courage strikes my resolute contentment
High (Celerinus) immense vast Trophies,
A Diadem, be purged from my thoughts;
If all the prises then were equall poysed,
And shar'd the lot, deciding judgement would,
As me possest, term trouble: for a Peasant
Without delay transported to a Prince,
VVere a too great Hyperboly, I'le undertake.

Cele.
All grateful motions attend then your soul,
You are the head, we members wait there on;
And what composure may be thought upon
By loving deeds, all experientiall skill
May be put forth, or sacrifice thy will.
Stand firm to it, inform us then no more,
Affection lead, thou shalt have gold or ore,
I wave my selfe, though speciall charge commands,
Either gain Kingdom, or else lose your Lands;
VVhat spoyls can blind, or mask our piercing glance?
VVhat keen struck sword, black armour or the lance,
VVhose sight corrupts the Element, which pure
Contain'd in its selfe the cold moist air,
Put forth betwixt my eye, all my desire
To know the day it's that thou dost require.

Deris.
VVhat, is it thought that King Aberden will
Hoyst sayles to us, dreads he, nor land, nor soyl,
Which lends a death, a murror, and a broyl
To their inhabitants, they'l nere wait,
Pitching a leagure to o'recome the wall
They are bent against, which shares with Nile,
The Alpes would fair imprint a backward call,
If once their eyes cast upwards be.
Bugargo, doe command my legion, when
Fear smites thy arm, fire Beacons, and let
Drums sound loud.

Ger.
Let Bizantia's Monarch pursue the way,
He has at length begun; for Morpheus
Doth bear more frequent rule with leaden Mace,
Then Mars with valour carried in his face.
Heres no determed theam, by whose oppose
May vent hot sparks of manhood from our
Loyns; for as quick sight with well wrought temper,
Gives a gloss to affect the matter; so
Oft experience by assiduate practice,
Makes that which is uncord then most prompt.
Though love is strong, yet Cupid by might
Combines with Mars a steely shirt though hard,
Yet oftentimes is safer then a linnen frock;
My blood doth buble, when is brought before
Idle disposed fashions, martiall blades;
Seeking, lost nothing, all armour proof, yet
Uselesse are, which would possesse with a
Fear, they stand in danger of each other;
Nor can the fame be nought but great,
They raise a Camp postreeme with us, when as
The East and West doth seem a distance, not
A foot in length, being fadomed by their might,
Since then so large our enemies be found,
Our glory still grows greater by their sound,
What answer you?

Orest.
'Tis right, renowned friend
In prime to carefull be of our Soveraign
In maintaining right, next to this City
And thy Country good, if truth thou binds in
That same Gordian knot.

Sist.
Then bold Fac'd Champions, leviated from the blood
Of well tryed Princes, you may discern the
Blast, if by prevention not made sure,
Cause ruine o're this Land, if flint and steel
Being met, expell their fiery beams;
Well may your generous souls inflaming
With valour, betwixt rough danger and
Mild sloth, let fly over steepy hill, until you
Are conducted to th'contrary by grim death.

Bur.
Since cause is equall, victory cannot be
Debard from us, and no wayes misery
Take here abode.

Cele.
Lets then beguile the time no more by talk,
But see your guard and front be sure,
Call o're in summons, display your Colours,
Flags, Banners, Pendents, Streamers, see your men
Be right for th'cause, great Generall Bugardo.
When that is done, I'l cause my sacred Priests
To move the gods, and all their hymnes set forth
For your welfare, all what can thought be worth.

Exeunt.