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Scene 4.
Scence. The French Camp; present the King, the Dauphin Lovis, &c.K. F.
My Nobles slain and wounded, with the Deaths
Of such a num'rous company of Souldiers,
Besides my Magazines of Forage spent,
And all this loss before a stubborn Town.
[A very great Shout heard.
Hah! what can this mean—yet my presaging hopes
Tell me, my golden Plott has ta'ne effect.
Enter a Trumpeter from D. Luxemburgh.
Trump.
Great Sir, the Town despairing of all Succour,
Is beating of a Parley on the Wall
This very instant.
F. K.
—Distract me not with Falshood;
I'm glad to hear it tho—Now famous Mons
Is mine, and shall continue mine for ever.
Dauphine.
And may all refractory Towns that dare
Stand out against your most victorious Arms
Meet the like Fortune, or a worser Fate.
F. K.
This is a glorious opening the Campaign;
I now am just what a late Motto stil'd me,
One against all; since with my single Force,
I bid defiance to all Europes Arms.
I value not their Counsels at the Hague,
And scorn their most united Power more,
Lord of my self, and all Mankind beside.
Each day I add fresh Lawrels to my Brows;
Let Poets rack their Brains to make new Triumphs,
And publick Joy resound through all the Camp,
Whilst I my self in Person go to view
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Upon the Ruines of a Conquer'd Town,
Which adds another Ruby to my Crown.
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