_Crom._ The sun that stood in Heaven,
Until his beams grew red with two days' blood
Of slaughtered Canaan, shall see them flee
like chaff before us--

_Soldiers._ Joshua! cry aloud,
A Joshua!--

_Crom._ These gay Philistine lords
That fight for Dagon, will ye fly them, or
Hurl them and Dagon down?--

_Soldiers._ A Samson! Samson!

[_Distant cannon heard. Cheering from the Soldiers._]

_Will._ [_Aside._] Here's gory enthusiasm! Now
whilst every man is ready to preach individually on
his own account, and the whole collectively are about
to sing a psalm, I will endeavour to steal away
unperceived, lest any of them, imagining himself
somewhere between Deuteronomy and Kings, should take
it upon himself to proclaim that I come from Gibeon,
and so--

_Crom._ [_To William._] Hither! sirrah! It is well I
know the master that thou servest, or else thy back
had paid the license of thy speech. Tell him I would
speak with him two hours hence in his own quarters.
[_Exit William, U.E.L._] Good friend, [_to a soldier_] I