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With hasty march approaches, as I guess Three thousand strong. Heaven be our trust!—Hearest thou this, Rovani?

I've heard the larum bell and strange confusion.

Tortona with his hostile force approaches Yes, Madam, so I did compute his numbers; And with him, too, one of those horrid engines So lately known, which from its roaring mouth Sends horrible destruction.— Not two leagues off I met him in array Skirting the forest; and through dell and stream, Fast as my feet could bear me, I have run To give you notice.

Heaven aid the weak! I fear our slender force Will be as nothing 'gainst such fearful odds. What thinkest thou, Rovani? for on thee Our fate depends.