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Scene Fourth.

Ulamar, Irene, Arimat Wounded.
Ul.
Ha! What art thou, thus mangled, and thus Pale?
Can'st thou be Arimat?

Ari.
The poor remains of Arimat.

Ul.
Alas! Thou art Dying.

Ari.
Yes, there were two things
That I had left to do in this frail World;
To save thee Ulamar, and then to Dye.

Ul.
Surprise has so Confounded all my Pow'rs
That I want force to ask thee, who has done this.

Ari.
Who but our new Allies.

Ul.
The French?

Ari.
The Faithless French.

Ul.
Impossible! Thou rav'st poor Dying Arimat.

Ari.
I would to Heav'n I did: the Perjur'd French
Rallying their routed Troops, came back by stealth,
And for twelve Hours, insidiously sat down
Under the Brow of yonder Northern Mount,
And there sat Brooding o're their black design.

Ul.
How know'st thou this?

Ari.
Aloud they boast it thro' our Flaming streets,
And how with ease by Night, they gain'd a Place,
Trusting to Solemn Oaths so lately Sworn;
Bury'd in Sleep, and quite dissolv'd in Luxury.

Ul.
Confusion! Angiæ on the Brink of Ruin,
And I stand loitering here, to Arms, to Arms.

Ari.
Hold, Ulamar, I came not for that purpose;
'Tis now to late to Fight; for all our Angians,
Except a few, are Fled, or Slain, or taken.

Ul.
And why had I no sooner Notice?

Ari.
Alas! All this has in few Minuets past,
For we were most without Defence surpriz'd,
Depending on this Nights so Solemn Treaty.
Fly while thou can'st, Brave Ulamar, Oh Fly!
A dauntless handful still, of our Brave Warriours
With Matchless Valour keep the Dogs at Bay;
Yet they but Fight, to give thee time to Fly,
Their zeal to save their wretched sinking Country;
Against vast Numbers: For a while sustains them,
That they may save in thee, the Prop of Liberty,
The great support of all th' Iroquian Tribes,
The only hope of Angiæ.—
My fainting Limbs, no longer will support me;
Receive me Earth, the Refuse now of Nature.
[Falls.
Fly Ulamar, e're yet it be to late,
Or thou and Angiæ are like me no more.

[Dies.
Iri.
He Dies.
Begone my Love, without delay begone.

Ul.
And where alas wilt thou go?

Ire.
To Life or Death I'll follow thee.

Ul.
To Life thou can'st not, 'tis impossible,
For I must Scale the Palisades t'escape.
The French possess the Gates; no, Flight for me,
No, I must Die; but will not tamely Fall;
Nor unreveng'd, to Arms, to arms.