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CONSTANTINE PALEOLOGUS;
lowed by his friends and several of the fugitives, and passing through the pillars to the back-ground, rushes amidst the confusion of the fight. A terrible noise of arms, &c. and presently one of the pillars in the middle of the stage falling down, a wider view of the battle is opened, and the Turks are seen rushing through the breach, and bearing every thing before them.)
Re-enter Constantine wounded, but still fighting bravely, though oppressed with numbers, and falls down near the front of the stage, the enemy passing on and leaving him.
CONSTANTINE.
Oh, is there ne'er a Christian soldier near me
That will cut off my head? Ho! thou Turk there!
(To a Turk who is going to pass him.)
TURK.
CONSTANTINE.
(Raising himself half up from the ground.)
And still a match for thee.
TURK.
