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Fred. Assure your grace 'tis superstition To stand so strictly on dispensive faith; And should we lose the opportunity That God hath given to avenge our Christians' death, And scourge their foul blasphèmous Paganism, As fell to Saul, to Balaam, and the rest, That would not kill and curse at God's command, So surely will the vengeance of the Highest, And jealous anger of His fearful arm, Be poured with rigour on our sinful heads, If we neglect this offered victory.
Sig. Then arm, my lords, and issue suddenly, Giving commandment to our general host, With expedition to assail the Pagan, And take the victory our God hath given. [Exeunt.
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Gaz. And now come we to make his sinews shake, With greater power than erst his pride hath felt.
10 An hundred kings, by scores, will bid him arms, And hundred thousands subjects to each score, Which, if a shower of wounding thunderbolts Should break out of the bowels of the clouds, And fall as thick as hail upon our heads, In partial aid of that proud Scythian, Yet should our courages and steelèd crests, And numbers, more than infinite, of men, Be able to withstand and conquer him.
Uri. Methinks I see how glad the Christian king 20 Is made, for joy of your admitted truce, That could not but before be terrified With ? unacquainted power of our host.
Enter a Messenger.
Orc. Traitors! villains ! damned Christians !
Gaz. Hell and confusion light upon their heads,
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The confusion between with and which is
That with such treason seek our overthrow,
Orc. Can there be such deceit in Christians,
[He tears to pieces the articles of peace. Open, thou shining veil of Cynthia, And make a passage from the empyreal heaven,
That he that sits on high and never sleeps,
To arms, my lords ! On Christ still let us cry!
SCENE III. Alarums of battle.—Enter SIGISMUND, wounded. Sig. Discomfited is all the Christian host, And God hath thundered vengeance from on high, For my accursed and hateful perjury. O, just and dreadful punisher of sin, Let the dishonour of the pains I feel, In this my mortal well-deserved wound, End all my penance in my sudden death! And let this death, wherein to sin I die, Conceive a second life in endless mercy! (He dies.
Enter ORCANES, GAZELLUS, URIBASSA, and others. Orc. Now lie the Christians bathing in their bloods, 10 And Christ or Mahomet hath been my friend.
Gaz. See here the perjured traitor Hungary,
Orc. Now shall his barbarous body be a prey
1 "Or Zahkam. The description of this tree is taken from a fable in the Koran, chap. 37."-Ed. 1826.
That in the midst of fire is ingraffed,
30 Gaz. 'Tis but the fortune of the wars, my lord, Whose power is often proved a miracle.
Orc. Yet in my thoughts shall Christ be honoured,
40 Uri. I will, my lord.
[Exit. Orc. And now, Gazellus, let us haste and meet Our army, and our brother[s] of Jerusalem, Of Soria, Trebizond, and Amasia, And happily, with full Natolian bowls Of Greekish wine, now let us celebrate Our happy conquest and his angry fate. [Exeunt.
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