Unto this bright, this spotless canopy.
Pas. Are ye bound towards the camp?
Capt. We are; and if you’re upright men, and true,
Thither you’ll follow, and there wield the sword
For justice, truth, and your anointed king.
Yet, in this hallow’d cause, we would not force you;
But lead into the fold, with gentleness,
Each sheep that may, unknowingly, have stray’d,
And broke from out its bounds and flowery pasture.
Pas. Proceed, then, and we’ll follow. Tell me, sister,