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SCENE V.
Argantes at the Hills Foot, follow'd by three Generals.Arg.
Poorly confin'd within those narrow Walls,
The tow'ring Valour of our warlike Troops,
Blushes with noble Shame; but this great Day
Know you, my trusty, and my valiant Chiefs,
I will, that every Arm that strikes for me,
Push for the Palm of final Victory.
This Day, this glorious Day, the Foes of Asia,
Shall feel her dreadful Valour in their Fate.
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