Qu. What Shouts are these?
Enter Sebastian.
Sebast. My Lord, the Enemy is giving ground, And Philip’s Arm alone sustains the day: Advance, Sir, and compleat the Victory. [Exit.
Qu. Give order strait, that a Retreat be sounded; And whilst they do so, by me conducted, We’ll instantly to Abdelazer’s Tent— Haste—haste, my Lord, whilst I attend you here. [Ex. severally. [Cardinal going out, is met by Philip.
Phil. Oh, damn your lazy Order, where have you been, Sir? —But ‘tis no time for Questions, Move forward with your Reserves.
Card. I will not, Sir.
Phil. How, will not!
Card. Now to advance would be impolitick; Already by your desperate Attempts, You’ve lost the best part of our Hopes.
Phil. Death! you lye.
Card. Lye, Sir!