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SECOND WOMAN.

See, see! the vile Tortonians stand aghast:

They turn, they fly!

(Loud shouts heard without, and re-enter Tortona and his party, pursued by the Soldiers of the castle, led on by the Hermit.)

HERMIT.

Turn, valiant chieftain! the most gen'rous foe

Of dames, whose lords are absent; turn, for shame!
Do not disgrace thy noble enterprise
With wounds received behind. Whate'er their cause,
Tortona's lords have still been soldiers. Turn,
Or be the scorn of every beardless boy,
Whose heart beats at the sound of warlike coil.
Thou canst not fear a man unhelm'd, unmail'd?

TORTONA.

No; if a man thou art, I fear thee not!

HERMIT.

Well, to it, then, and prove me flesh and blood.

TORTONA.

Whate'er thou art, I'll bear thy scorn no longer.

[Exeunt, fighting furiously.