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SCE. VI.
Enter Andronicus with his Sword drawn and a Servant.And.
Ha! Philo dead! These Devils are every where
Thou shalt not fall alone—What was you saying?
Ser.
Another Rout has seiz'd St. Sophy's Temple.
And.
Who heads 'um?—
Ser.
Constantinus; Who has taken
Isacius Angelus, and proclam'd him Emperor:
And to them Stephanus, with all his Guards,
Is since revolted.
And.
Then, Farewel my hopes;
But I am still Andronicus:—Leave me:
Exit servant.
And is your Anger such, ye Powers? And can
What's least above stoop to contest with Man?
Did ye of brittle clay his Fabrick roar
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His Maker's Image in his brow, to shew
Ye reign'd above, he, a small Jove below?
Only to shew him happiness; And yet,
Streight snatch it from him, or tumble him, from it;
Had I submitted to a general fate,
It had been nothing—Had I seen my State,
And Empire sunk before me, I had gon
Contentedly—But to fall alone,
Thus timely lost—What boot's it to complain
Give me one Battel—Heav'n!—Be Heav'n again;
One Battel—And let me perish.—
Enter 3 or 4 of the rabble.
1. Cit.
Here he is:—Follow—Follow—Follow—
And.
Villians.
2. Cit.
Stand.
He kills 2 or 3—The nest run—By another door Enter Servant.
And.
Lye thou
Ser.
I'm sorry I came so late:—Please you great Sir
Retire a while, until the storm be past:
Your name's too great in Arms to have it call'd
A cowardly flight?—Then fall not out of season;
Reserve your self for, better times—I have
A Gally waits your Majesty:
And.
Now Heav'n reward thy honesty—Lead on:
—I know the worst;
Foolish despair, is but occasion lost.
Exeunt.
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