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[Scene III.

The King's Camp.]
Enter Clorimun and one of Altemera's Guards.
Clor.
What shall be thy Reward? Why, it shall be
Much more than thou thy selfe canst hope from mee!
But for thy owne, as well as for my sake,
Faile not in that thou now dost undertake.

Guard.
Sr, 'tis my nearest freind and I of late
Have left unto our Charge the posterne Gate,
Next to your Campe, where, if you are inclin'd
To storme the place, you shall admittance find.
But, Sr, your party must be very stronge,
For all which to our Garrison belong
Are of the Rebells force the very flower,
And chosen out as such by Lucidor.

Clor.
Though every Souldier now in Mora were
A Lucidor him selfe, I would not care.
I ne're saw those whom my sword did not fright,
When I for Glory or for Love did fight.
And in this Action I have now in hand,
Fighting for both, who can my arme withstand?
Enter Thrasolin, Filadin, Monasin, and Cratoner.
Comand out streight three thousand men dare goe
Where I their Generall their way will showe,
Men who their lives their owne will not esteeme,
When either fame, or I have need of them.
Lett them be all in Armes by fall of night.
The Glory of the attempt shall be my light.

Thras.
May you not, Sr, your enterprise reveale?

Clor.
It is on Mora where my fate does dwell.

Thras.
That place, Sr, is impregnable, I feare.

Clor.
Nothing is soe, butt the bright Beauty there.
Oh, would to heaven I only were as farre
Above all feares in love as feares in warre!
Successe shall now, where I intend to goe,
A greater Blessing than itt's selfe bestowe.

[Exeunt.