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SCENE II.
The Field.Hector and Trojans.
Ye men of Lycia, Dardanus, and Troy,
Be mindful of yourselves, and of the fame
That ye have gather'd in so many fields
Of bloody harvest! With the navy's flame
Let your full glory spread into the skies
And brighten o'er the earth. Death is the worst,
And death we all must in a little share;
But for our country 'tis a bliss to die!
The gallant man, though in the battle slain,
That leaves his country safe, his children free,
Makes his companions glory in his fate:
Honors attend his high ennobled race,
And late posterity resounds his praise.
[Exit.
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