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SCENE I.—An open Space before the Walls of a Castle, with wild Mountains beyond it; enter, armed as from the Lists, but bareheaded and in Disorder, and his Arms soiled with Earth or Sand, which an Attendant is now and then brushing off, whilst another follows bearing his Helmet; with him enters , followed by , who is also armed, and keeps by himself, pacing to and fro at the bottom of the Stage, whilst the others come forward.

(speaking as he enters, loud and boastingly.) A, let him triumph in his paltry honours, Won by mere trick and accident. Good faith! It were a shame to call it strength or skill. Were it not, Rudigere? (Calling to Rudigere, who answers not.)

Maur. His brow is dark, his tongue is lock'd, my Lord; There come no words from him; he bears it not So manfully as thou dost, noble Glottenbal.

Glot. Fy on't! I mind it not.