Tragic Poem of Wold, The - Act 3, Scene 12
SCENE XII. — The Camp of the Besiegers of Wold .
Captain of the Besiegers and an O FFICER .
O FF . Wold Castle falls to-night?
C AP . I think it must.
O FF . Pity for the old Duchess, and her Captain,
So tough and true! They're of the right old breed.
Would they were on our side!
C AP . What's that? Ha! look,
They're sallying out on us. From yonder wood
Some foe is down on us, too! To arms! This way!
And strike for Harry the Fourth!
Captain of the Besiegers and an O FFICER .
O FF . Wold Castle falls to-night?
C AP . I think it must.
O FF . Pity for the old Duchess, and her Captain,
So tough and true! They're of the right old breed.
Would they were on our side!
C AP . What's that? Ha! look,
They're sallying out on us. From yonder wood
Some foe is down on us, too! To arms! This way!
And strike for Harry the Fourth!
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