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Book, page 40 / 154 Right martial be thy thoughts my noble son, And all thy words savour of chivalry.-- [Enter Segar.] But warlike Segar, what strange accidents Makes you to leave the warding of the camp. SEGAR. To arms, my Lord, to honourable arms! Take helm and targe in hand; the Brittains come, With greater multitude than erst the Greeks Brought to the ports of Phrygian Tenidos. HUMBER. But what saith Segar to these accidents? What counsel gives he in extremities? SEGAR. Why this, my Lord, experience teacheth us: That resolution is a sole help at need. And this, my Lord, our honour teacheth us: That we be bold in every enterprise. Then since there is no way but fight or die, Be resolute, my Lord, for victory. HUMBER. And resolute, Segar, I mean to be. Perhaps some blissful star will favour us, And comfort bring to our perplexed state. Come, let us in and fortify our camp, So to withstand their strong invasion. [Exeunt.] ACT III. SCENE III. Before the hut of a peasant. [Enter Strumbo, Trompart, Oliver, and his son William following them.]
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