 | The Generall |  |
[Scene I.
A Street in Mora.]Enter Thrasolin hastily and meetes Monasin, Filadin, and Cratoner.
Thras.
Your souldiers draw under their Collours straight,
And send a hundred more to every gate.
Then let a Guard be of a thousand made,
Which you three shall Command at the Parade.
Lucidor from the Campe is hither ledd,
And by the Kings Command must loose his head.
Gesippus in the Garrison has staid
To see these orders instantly obey'd.
Crat.
Brave Newes! his death cutts off all hopes of peace.
Mon.
I rather feare 'twill make all difference cease.
Fil.
If thou thinkst soe, sett him at Libertie.
'Tis better hee shou'd live than our trade dye.
Thras.
Candaces now from Altemera came,
Who begg'd our Generall in her Ladies name,
That hee himselfe would take the paines to goe
And speake with her before the fatall Blow.
This with a Lovers duty hee obey'd,
But all that shee can say will ne'er perswade,
For ere the Generall to his Mistresse went,
The orders for his death to mee hee sent.
[Exeunt.
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