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| I |
i |
0; 225 |
{Flourish}; [Colbrand, the Giant, that same mighty man?] DO180-3 tune and words of ballad ‘Sir Guy of Warwick’ |
(110) 116 |
| II |
i |
0; 75 |
{Flourish} trumpet; Drum beats |
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200 |
Trumpet sounds. Enter a citizens upon the walls |
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299 |
{Alarum.} Here, after excursions, enter the French herald with {a trumpeter}… |
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311; 561 |
Enter …the English Herald, with a trumpeter; {Flourish} |
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| III |
i |
229-30 |
[Shall braying trumpets and loud churlish drums, Clamours of hell, be measures to our pomp?] |
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ii; iii |
0 |
Alarum; excursions. Alarums; excursions; retreat. |
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| IV |
ii, V i |
0 |
{Flourish}; {Flourish} |
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| V |
ii |
63; 116 |
{A trumpet sounds; A trumpet sounds} |
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117` |
[What trumpets thus summon us? ] |
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155-6 |
[…pale visaged maids like Amazons come trippinjg after drums] |
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164 |
Strike up the drums] |
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180 |
{Drums beat} |
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iii; iv; v |
0 |
Alarum; {Alarum}; {Alarum; retreat} |
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vii |
11-12 |
He is more patient Than when you left him. Even now, he sung. |
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20-24 |
[‘Tis strange that death should sing. I am the cygnet to this pale faint swan, Who chants a doleful hymn to his own death, And from the organ-pipe of frailty sings His soul and body to their lasting rest.] |
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118 |
{Flourish} trumpet |
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