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_Fear._ Alas, Sir, we're undone--I'll see which way they take.

[Exit.

_Bac._ So near! Nay, then to my last s.h.i.+ft.

[Undoes the Pomel of his Sword.

Come, my good Poison, like that of _Hannibal_; long I have born a n.o.ble Remedy for all the Ills of Life.

[Takes Poison.

I have too long surviv'd my Queen and Glory, those two bright Stars that influenc'd my Life are set to all Eternity.

[Lies down.

Enter _Fearless_, runs to _Bacon_, and looks on his Sword.

_Fear._ --Hah--what have ye done?

_Bac._ Secur'd my self from being a publick Spectacle upon the common Theatre of Death.

Enter _Daring_ and Soldiers.

_Dar._ Victory, Victory! they fly, they fly, where's the victorious General?

_Fear._ Here,--taking his last Adieu.

_Dar._ Dying! Then wither all the Laurels on my Brows, for I shall never triumph more in War; where are the Wounds?

_Fear._ From his own Hand, by what he carried here, believing we had lost the Victory.

_Bac._ And is the Enemy put to flight, my Hero? [Grasps his Neck.

_Dar._ All routed Horse and Foot; I plac'd an Ambush, and while they were pursuing you, my Men fell on behind, and won the day.

_Bac._ Thou almost makest me wish to live again, if I cou'd live now fair _Semernia's_ dead.--But oh--the baneful Drug is just and kind, and hastens me away--Now while you are Victors, make a Peace--with the _English_ Council, and never let Ambition,--Love,--or Interest, make you forget, as I have done, your Duty and Allegiance--Farewel--a long Farewel-- [Dies embracing their Necks.

_Dar._ So fell the _Roman Ca.s.sius_, by mistake--

Enter Soldiers with _Dunce_, _Tim._ and _Dullman_.

_Sold._ An't please your Honour, we took these Men running away.

_Dar._ Let 'em loose--the Wars are at an end, see where the General lies--that great-soul'd Man, no private Body e'er contain'd a n.o.bler; and he that cou'd have conquered all _America_, finds only here his scanty length of Earth. Go, bear the Body to his own Pavilion-- [Soldiers go out with the Body.

though we are Conquerors we submit to treat, and yield upon Condition: You, Mr. _Dunce_, shall bear our Articles to the Council.

_Dun._ With Joy I will obey you.

_Tim._ Good General, let us be put in the Agreement.

_Dar._ You shall be obliged--

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