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Scen. 4.

Yernomoy.
Yer.
Fight, fight, the day's our own,
Squeeze forth thy spleen with a censorious frown,
And turn my serious blows into a wrack of gall,
Deliver'd to my sight, ten thousand men
Were slain, and like an Abyssus did the earth,
Inclose all in a lump, converting so
Their oakey chaists into a putrid form,
And these my Robes, a badge receives from those,
Of honour, pomp, and glory to the day.
I follow them my selfe, so the compunction
Of their boyling blood did then rebate
My former stormes into most pleasant calms.
Stand, stand, thou slave.

[Burnomoy enters.
Bur.
I fear no Rebell, such an one as thee,
[They fight, he kills Yerno.
Consume thy selfe to ashes, and there lie:
My Generall Burgargo, what, thou kill'd;
What mortall motion propagated it?
This cannot be withstood, but hymns must sound,
And Elegies complain thy dolefull fall;
The Firmament crack with a thunder, and
The stars want light at this thy funerall;
A marble shall inclose thy sacred soul,
But cause its nature weeps, and may be term'd for thee.

Exit Bur. and carries out Burg.
Aberden, Hollarro, Fafrisius, Buzarain, Nevermo, Orestes, Sisterus, taken captives and bound, Perpurgerus, Quermero, Souldiers, Flag, Ensigns, Drums, a retreat.
Aber.
We contemn liberty, and honour with the same,
By a most sottish will, and by idlenesse,
Their ranks dispers'd, doth inflame fear with it;
The blew pavillions in which comfort liv'd,
Are routed by the heavens stormy blasts;
His Forts demolished, and his Army broke
Into a hundred squadrons, not able
To do a damage to our potent strength,
His Subjects hear our captives and his chiefs
Of all the Souldiers slain, shot, powder, by
Them vanished, all Bulworks they consum'd.
The best politick way that must come here,
Is to destroy both branch and root of them;
And that Hollarro be the Captain of
This new Dominion, so shall dame Peace
Still flourish with her train.

Holl.
Your purpose is confirm'd by me, and that
United to your onely selfe. My wound
Doth fester, and begins to rave beyond
A fury of its hot inclining, visiting me,
Thus with torn tossed discord.

Faf.
The Heavens shews a face to prosper our
Successe, the Sea is calm with gliding streams;
The wind doth shut a favour with its blasts,
And th'skie looks clear with serene splendent hieu,
All by invasion strive to do us good,
Then suffer all our Navy to the coast,
And spring Bruzantia's Land, carry the
Captives to the Queen of love, Adrinemia.

Buza.
A conspiration works with harmlesse will.
The air displayes her friendship to the cause,
The Element of water joyns her force,
To suffer all a shipwrack, if not now
We take this opportunity the Turrets
Of our hope consume with fear, after invasion
Of an obstinate and a perverse sense;
So let us go to that our native soyl,
The Captains stand and tremble at that word.

Nev.
Nature her Empire will at last give way,
The limits are unclos'd in which she moves,
A fainted courage can never withdraw
Such a design, if knowledge be against:
So most great Sovereign of your sacred will,
Draw down the Forces to the River side,
Because the day is vanish'd, and their force:

Aber.
Then, stout Hollarro, draw your whole Army down,
Clear all the Camps, and set the bondmen free,
Fear lest the Pleyades with its constellation
Drop stormy weather, and a season foul;
For now the Equinoctiall line doth poyze
The day and night both into equall parts
And no dysasterous foyl doth work such fate,
As make a wisdom rise aginst our hate.

Hol.
Father, you King of great Bruzantia,
Conquer'd Celerinus of Numenia.
I needs must visit you with good for ill,
If such a thing were forc't against my will.
The noyse of fame, and nimble swift-flown hope
Gives freedom pardon for to use her scope;
You need not bid, but command him that stands
Submissive in the way of your commands.
I will conduct the Army, hoyst the sayls
To where you please, in him it never fails.

Aber.
Confirm thy resolution.

Quer.
Hunger, hunger, preythee Perpurgerus
Give me some victualls, my teeth begin to gnash.

Per.
Here, take all.

[He gives him some scraps.
Quer.
Oh reward thee, its ready cut to my hand.

(Exeunt.