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Eth. Do not the axe and block born by those slaves
Tell thee their errand? But we'll face them bravely.
They do not come upon us unawares;
We are prepar'd.—Let us take hands, my friends!
Let us united stand, a worthy band
Of girded trav'llers, ready to depart
Unto a land unknown but yet undreaded.

(they all take hands, facing about, and waiting the approach of the men with a steady countenance.)

First Pr. Why look you on us thus with lowering brows?
Can linked hands the keen edg'd steel resist?

Her. No, Priest, but linked hearts can bid defiance
To the barb'd lightning, if so arm'd withal
Thou didst encounter us. Quick do thine office!
Here be six brave heads for thee, who ne'er yet
Have meanly bow'd themselves to living wight.

First Pr. You are too forward, youth: less will suffice:
One of those guilty heads beneath our axe
Must fall, the rest shall live. So wills our chief.
Lots shall decide our victim: in this urn

Inclosed are your fates. (setting down an urn in the middle of the stage upon a small tripod or stand, whilst the chiefs instantly let go hands, and stand gazing upon one another.)

Ha! have I then so suddenly unlink'd you?

(with a malicious smile.)