[saih-promo2002] Rov'd false, and play'

[Coro]

Triot's breast, Shall far outweigh the lack of discipline. MELVILLE.
Justice is ours; what shall prevail against her? BLAND. But as I past
along, many strange tales, And monstrous rumours, have my ears assail'd:
That Arnold had prov'd false; but he was ta'en, And hung, or to be
hung--I know not what. Another told, that all our army, with their Much
lov'd Chief, sold and betray'd, were captur'd. But, as I nearer drew, at
yonder cot, 'T was said, that Arnold, traitor like, had fled; And that a
Briton, tried and prov'd a spy, Was, on this day, as such, to suffer
death. MELVILLE. As you drew near, plain truth advanced to meet you. 'T
is even as you heard, my brave young friend. Never had people on a
single throw More interest at stake; when he, who held For us the die,
prov'd false, and play'd us foul. But for a circumstance of that nice
kind, Of cause so microscopic, that the tongues Of inattentive men call
it the effect Of chance, we must have lost the glorious game. BLAND.
Blest
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