Dryden's Works Vol. 08 (of 18)

by John Dryden

They fly, they fly, they fly, they fly;

Victoria, Victoria, the bold Britons cry.

Now the victory's won,

To the plunder we run:

We return to our lasses like fortunate traders,

Triumphant with spoils of the vanquished invaders. [Exeunt.

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ACT II. SCENE I.

Enter Philidel.

Phil. Alas, for pity, of this bloody field!