Fort. You from the Polack wars, and you from England, And let me speak to the yet unknowing world Fall'n on the inventors' heads: all this can I Let us haste to hear it, And call the noblest to the audience. For me, with sorrow I embrace my fortune: 390 I have some rights of memory in this kingdom, 400 Hor. Of that I shall have also cause to speak, Fort. And from his mouth whose voice will draw on more: But let this same be presently perform'd, Even while men's minds are wild; lest more mischance On plots and errors happen. Let four captains To have proved most royally: and, for his passage, Speak loudly for him. Take up the bodies: such a sight as this 410 Becomes the field, but here shows much amiss. [A dead march. Exeunt, bearing off the dead bodies: after which a peal of ordnance is shot off. |