Who, what were they? or where did they escape?
Philip.
A Band of English Warriors, bloody Dogs!
This Way they ran from my vindictive Arm,
[Pointing, &c.
Ponteach.
Pursue, pursue, with utmost Speed pursue,
[To the Warriors present.
[Exeunt Warriors in haste.
Philip.
Had I not seen the flying Murderers,
Myself been wounded to revenge their Crime,
Had you not hasten'd to pursue the assassins,
He might have thought us treacherous and false,
Or wanting in our hospitable Care:
But now it cannot but engage his Friendship,
Rouse him to Arms, and with a Father's Rage
He'll point his Vengeance where it ought to fall;
And thus this Deed, though vile and dark as Night,
In its Events will open Day upon us,
And prove of great Advantage to our State.