ORRA: A TRAGEDY
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In gala days, but never heard thee boast
They were of so much value.
Rud. I was too prudent: I had lost them else.
To no one but thyself would I entrust
The secret of their value.
Enter Servant.
Serv. Sir Rudigere, the spearmen are without.
Waiting your further orders, for the journey.
Rud. (to Servant.) I'll come to them anon.
[Exit Servant.
Before I go, I'll speak to thee again.
[Exeunt severally.
