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HARDIBRAND.

Thou hast companion been to no mean men.

Those six brave officers of that division,
Who on the fam'd redoubt, in his last siege,
Did in the teeth o' th' en'my's fiercest fire
Their daring lodgement make, must needs of course
Be known to thee.

RAYNER.

I knew them well; five of them were my friends.

HARDIBRAND.

And not the sixth?

RAYNER.

He was, alas! my greatest enemy;

To him I owe these bonds.

HARDIBRAND.

A curse light on his head, brave tho' he be!

RAYNER.

O curse him not, for woes enough already

Rest on his wretched head.
(Bowing low and putting his hand on his head.)

HARDIBRAND.

Ha! thou thyself,—thou wert thyself the sixth!

Thank heav'n for this! Then let them if they will
Upon a thousand scaffolds take thy life,