1. Cit. Our great preserver,
You have infranchis'd us, from wretched bondage.
2. Cit. And might be known, to whom we owe our freedom,
We to the death would follow him.
3. Cit. Make him King,
The Tyrant once remov'd.
Sess. That's not my end.
'Twas not ambition that brought me hither,
With these my faithful friends, nor hope of spoil;
For when we did possess the Tyrants treasure,
By force extorted from you, and employed,
To load you with most miserable thraldome,
We did not make it ours, but with it purchas'd
The help of these, to get you liberty,
That for the same price kept you in subjection.
Nor are we Switzers, worthy Countrey-men,
But Neapolitans, now eye me well;
And tho the reverend Emblems of mine age,
My silver locks are shorne, my beard cut off,
Partaking yet of an adulterate Colour;
Tho 14 years you have not seen this face,
You may remember it, and call to mind,
There was a Duke of Sess, A much wrong'd Prince,
Wrong'd by this Tyrant Ferrand.
1. Cit. Now I know him.
2. Cit. 'Tis he, long live the Duke of Sess.
Sess. I thank you.
The injuries I receiv'd, I must confess,
Made me forget the love I owed this Country,
For which I hope, I have given satisfaction,
In being the first that stir'd, to give it freedome;
And with your loves and furtherance, will call back,
Long banisht peace, and plenty, to this people.
2. Cit. Lead where you please, we'll follow.
1. Cit. Dare all dangers.
Enter Pandulf, the Bodies of Virolet, and Juliana upon a Hearse.