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SCENE IV.

Sak. Okim. Beaufort.
Beauf.
This proffer'd Peace shall be refus'd with Scorn,
If I have any Credit with the Angians.
They proffer Peace!
Their frontless European Insolence!
When Heav'n against their Perjuries declares,
And halting Vengeance like a Blood-hound, slow,
But stanch o'ertakes them with his deep mouth'd Cry,
Confounds their Treasure, and their Troops consumes;
First they sing Songs of Triumph for their Losses,
And then, forsooth, they give the World a Peace.
Oh! 'tis a blessed Peace that binds our Hands,
And leaves theirs loose, whom neither plighted Faith,
Nor Vows, nor solemn'st Oaths could e'er restrain,
Strong Bonds, if Bonds perfidious Men could tie!

Sak.
Beaufort, To you I now a Suppliant come,
T'a thousand Obligations add one more,
Which if you grant me not, the rest are vain.

Beauf.
But name it and 'tis yours.

Sak.
Provide that I may with my Son confer
Before the Council meet; who will, I know, decide this famous Rivalship.

Beauf.
That, Madam, shall be my immediate Care,