TAYLOR, Henry

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ARTEVELDE:

Shame on you, cowards! what! do you know me!

back !

Back, villains ! will you suffocate your lord ?

Back, or I'll stab you with my dagger. Oh!

Give me but space to breathe! Now God forgive me !

What have I done ? - why such a death ? - why thus -

Oh! for a wound as wide as famine's mouth,

To make a soldier's passage for my soul !

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[Exit VAN ARTEVELDE, borne along in the rout towards the bridge .)

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