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SCEN. VII.

Enter Lord Strange, Charlot.
Ld Strange.
Charlot, such Faith, and Courage joyn'd in you
Deserv'd to finish what I aim'd to do.

Charlot.
My Lord, th'Event of my Design should be
Justly ascrib'd to Fortune, not to me.

Strange.
Thy modesty does but encrease thy Glory,
And leaves to future Age an useful Story.

Charlot.
What I have done deserves no memory;
I little did, because I did not dye.
And now, my Lord, it were my happiest Lot,
If I by all the World might be forgot.

Stran.
What means these words? Would you the world forsake,
When your brave Deed does it so Happy make?
Foul Crimes have made their Authours desperate:
But can the Good, and Prosperous their Lives hate?
Your Life's my Gift; Dispose not of my Due;
For, as you sav'd the Princess, I sav'd you.

Charlot.
You did defeat me in my Souls chief Aim
Of leaving Life with a reprochless Name.

Strange.
Some hidden Mystery lies folded here!
But hark! the glorious Richmond does draw neer.

[The Trumpets sound.
Charlot.
What shall I do? my shame will open lye
[to himself.
To all the World, and to a Parent's Eye.
In these Extremes what can my Honour save?
Relieve me, Heaven! or hide me in a Grave!