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SCENE IX.
Enter Leonatus and Bellarius.Leon.
Stay, Britons, turn—Shame, shame!—By great Andate,
Who comes upon me, rushes on a death
More sure than Rome can give—Stay, stay, I charge ye.
Ye stand amazed—behold, 'tis I—your general,
Your Leonatus!—Turn—for shame—for honour—
Your wives, your infants—for posterity,
To latest times—for Liberty—for Britain!
'Tis I, your Leonatus leads you on,
Against the power and insolence of Rome—
Against the world—for Liberty, for Britain!—
Follow me, friends!—
All.
A Leonatus, a Leonatus!
Liberty, and Leonatus!—
[Exeunt shouting.
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