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Gaur. So slight a tie as this we cannot trust, One day her influence may detain him here, But love a feeble agent will be found With the ambitious.

Gent. And so you think this boyish odd conceit Of bearing home in triumph with his troops That aged soldier, will your purpose serve?

Gaur. Yes, I will make it serve; for tho' my prince Is little scrupulous of right and wrong, I have possess'd his mind, as tho' it were A flagrant insult on his princely state To honour thus the man he has neglected; Which makes him relish, with a keener taste, My purpos'd scheme. Come let us fall to work, With all their warm heroick feelings rous'd, We'll spirit up his troops to mutiny, Which must retard, perhaps undo him quite. Thanks to his childish love, which has so well Procur'd us time to tamper with the fools.

Gent. Ah! but those feelings he has wak'd within them, Are gen'rous feelings, and endear himself.

Gaur. It matters not; tho' gen'rous in their nature, They yet may serve a most ungen'rous end;