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SCENE X.

Argantes marching in his Troops, and ranging them in Order of Battel.
Arg.
Be brave ye faithful Followers of my Fortune,
Yon wearied Army of your hated Foe,
Is but a marching Den of Thieves and Robbers,
More famous far than dreadful to your Arms!
Stoop, tow'ring Eagles on the frighted Prey
Fate has prepar'd you; Fight, and fighting, conquer;
Perish the Wretches that wou'd make you wretched,
Be all their Rapines ravish'd from their Hold,
And fall their Pow'r a Victim to Destruction.