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A TRAGEDY.
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OHIO.

They shan't cut off thy head.


RAYNER.

Now, pray thee go.


OHIO.

I'll kiss thy feet; I'll spend my blood for thee.


RAYNER.

I do beseech thee go! there's some one coming:

I hear them at the door. (Pushes him hastily off.)

Enter Hardibrand, advancing slowly to Rayner, his eyes cast upon the ground.


RAYNER.

Good morrow, general: where's thy friendly hand?

Why dost thou turn thine eyes aside, and fear
To look me in the face? Is there upon it
Aught that betrays the workings of the mind
Too strongly mark'd? I will confess to thee
I've struggl'd hard, I've felt the fears of nature;
But yet I have the spirit of a man
That will uphold me: therefore, my brave friend,
Do me the grace to look upon me boldly;
I'll not disgrace thee.

HARDIBRAND.

No, my valiant boy!

I know thou'lt not disgrace me, nor will I