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is Hennings', and the fight is on! [_They all ascend a slight elevation._] THE PRINCE. Who is it? What? HOHENZOLLERN. It's Colonel Hennings, Arthur, He's stolen his way about to Wrangel's rear. Come, you can watch the entire field from here. GOLZ (_on the hillock_). At the Rhyn there, how terribly he uncoils! THE PRINCE (_shading his eyes with his hand_). Is Hennings over there on our right wing? 1ST OFFICER. Indeed, Your Highness. THE PRINCE. What the devil then Why, yesterday he held our army's right. [_Cannonade in the distance._] KOTTWITZ. Thunder and lightning! Wrangel's cutting loose At Hennings' now, from twelve loud throats of fire. 1ST OFFICER. I call those _some_ redoubts the Swedes have there! 2D OFFICER. By heaven, look, they top the very spire Rising above the hamlet at their back! [_Shots near-by._] GOLZ. That's Truchsz! THE PRINCE. Truchsz? KOTTWITZ. To be sure! Of course, it's Truchsz, Approaching from the front to his support. THE PRINCE. What's Truchsz there in the centre for, today? [_Loud cannonading._] GOLZ. Good heavens, look. The village is afire! 3D OFFICER. Afire, as I live! 1ST OFFICER. Afire! Afire! The flames are darting up the steeple now! GOLZ. Hey! How the Swedish aides fly right and left! 2D OFFICER. They're in retreat! KOTTWITZ. Where? 1ST OFFICER. There, at their right flank! 3D OFFICER. In masses! Sure enough! Three regiments! The intention seems to be to brace the left. 2D OFFICER. My faith! And now the horse are ordered out To screen the right living's march! HOHENZOLLERN (_with a laugh_). Hi! How they'll scamper When they get ware of us here in the vale! [_Musketry fire._] KOTTWITZ. Look, brothers, look! 2D OFFICER. Hark! 1ST OFFICER. Fire of musketry! 3D OFFICER. They're at each other now in the redoubts! GOLZ. My God, in my born days I never heard Such thunder of artillery! HOHENZOLLERN. Shoot! Shoot! Burst open wide the bowels of the earth! The cleft shall be your corpses' sepulchre! [_Pause. Shouts of victory in the distance._] 1ST OFFICER. Lord in the heavens, who
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