Give me your hand; and whether all awake
Or all a-dreaming, ride, Clotaldo, ride--
Dream-swift--for fear we dreams should overtake.

(A Battle may be supposed to take place; after which)




ACT IV.




SCENE I.--A wooded pass near the field of battle:

drums, trumpets, firing, etc. Cries of 'God save Basilio!
Segismund,' etc.

(Enter Fife, running.)

FIFE.
God save them both, and save them all! say I!--
Oh--what hot work!--Whichever way one turns
The whistling bullet at one's ears--I've drifted
Far from my mad young--master--whom I saw
Tossing upon the very crest of battle,
Beside the Prince--God save her first of all!
With all my heart I say and pray--and so
Commend her to His keeping--bang!--bang!--bang!