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Noble rewarder of superiour worth! A halfpenny for Bellisarius! But hark! they shout again—here comes Valtomer. (Shouting heard without.)

What does this shouting mean?

Valt. O! I have seen a sight, a glorious sight! Thou wouldst have smil'd to see it.

Ros. How smile? methinks thine eyes are wet with tears.

Valt. (passing the back of his hand across his eyes.) 'Faith so they are; well, well, but I smil'd too, You heard the shouting,

''Ros. and Fred.''Yes.

Valt. O! had you seen it! Drawn out in goodly ranks, there stood our troops; Here, in the graceful state of manly youth, His dark face brighten'd with a gen'rous smile, Which to his eyes such flashing lustre gave, As tho' his soul, like an unsheathed sword, Had thro' them gleam'd,, our noble gen'ral stood; And to his soldiers, with heart-moving words, The vet'ran shewing, his brave deeds rehears'd; Who by his side stood like a storm-scath'd oak, Beneath the shelter of some noble tree, In the green honours of its youthful prime.

Ros. How look'd the vet'ran?

Valt.O! I cannot tell thee! At first he bore it up with chearful looks, As one who fain would wear his honours bravely,