Neighbour. [Aside. Heavens! must I tell her!] Madam, be patient—right and left, that all may see who hate us, we are prepar'd for them—
Clarissa. What then?—Can you find 'em?—
Neighbour. I saw Warren and the other two heroes firm as Roxbury stand the shock of the enemy's fiercest attacks, and twice put to flight their boasted phalanx.—
Clarissa. All that I saw, and more; say—wou'd they not come to me, were they well?—
Neighbour. Madam, hear me—
Clarissa. Oh! he will not speak.
Neighbour. The enemy return'd to the charge, and stumbling o'er the dead and wounded bodies of their friends, Warren received them with indissoluble firmness, and notwithstanding their battalious aspect, in the midst of the battle, tho' surrounded with foes on ev'ry side—
Clarissa. Oh, my Neighbour!—
Neighbour. Madam—his nervous arm, like a giant refresh'd with wine, hurl'd destruction where'er he came, breathing heroic ardour to advent'rous deeds, and long time in even scale the battle hung, till at last death turn'd pale and affrighted at the carnage—they ran—
Clarissa. Who ran?