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SCEN. VII.

Richmond, Oxford, Chandew.
Oxford.
We both have view'd the Foe within our ken;
And we are certain, they are Stanly's men.
Their Number's not five thousand; And their Post
Is not so fixt, but that it may be lost.
Sir, we may force their Quarters; And on these
Begin the Number of your Victories.

Richmond.
No, my dear Oxford; Those, whom now you see,
Must be unseen, and need not conquer'd be,
For they are ours already. But this must
A Secret be for yours, and Chandew's Trust.
From their so neer advancing you may learn,
That the next Sun will end our great Concern.
My Lords, we have but little time to spare;
Our Arms, and men we must with speed prepare.

Oxford.
With Joy your Orders we shall all obey;
Our zeal to serve you suffers by Delay.

[Exeunt.
[The Scene is Changed to the Princess Lodging.]