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Yes, my Lord, Ill fame's though quick are certain, it's concluded Passed question or dispute, for these reports Are grounded on too manifest a truth, To carry doubt in them, it is confirmed this morning; He must resign Sir, his glories Are so well known to us we needs not urge Their reputation, but it's passed my thoughts, Why on the sudden he should be compelled To give his charge up. Our thrice redoubted General. I would pull my eyes out, Should they convey into my soul a thought Tending to so much sacrilege to honour, And perfect masculine virtue. Yes, and look How far the noble immaterial soul, Transcends the duller body, so much torments Resemblance of a star, a Comet fallen By my own fire consumed to earth forgotten. Colonel Lesle Speaks home. And we (great Duke) henceforth will never submit, To any rule but yours, which to confirm As sure as Fate had sealed it, on your sword My Council always has had that success, To be accounted faithful to my Prince: Fear it not, follow then my poor advice, Meet treachery with policy, and try, If you the Ambitious traitor can surprise, The head once off, the weak and fainting limbs, Like seared dried boughs, by and impetuous wind, Torn from and aged Oak, will fallen to earth, And be consumed to ashes. My Lord, your son and fair Emilia. Who shall refuse to pledge it with that zeal, He would drink healthful potions, may it be A deadly poison to him: Colonel Gordon.