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Arminius

A Tragedy
  
  
  

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SCENE VIII.

To him Gothmund.
Gothmund.
They have; at first
The day was ours, and gallant Inguiomer
Mow'd down the Roman ranks. The fight
Was in the marshes, fierce and obstinate.
But on the marshy ground the Roman horses
Could find no footing; goaded by their wounds
They made the soil more slipp'ry by their blood,
And with their carcasses the troopers lay
All in one purple heap.


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Egbert.
And what has turn'd
The fortune of the field?

Gothmund.
The foe retreated
Back to the solid plain. Elate with victory
Our men pursued them. There our enterprize
Has met a check, and ruin may insue.