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XLV.

Æl.
Beshrew thee for thy news! I must be gone,
Was ever luckless doom so hard as mine?
Thus from enjoyment unto war to run,
To change the silk vest for the gaberdine.

Ber.
O! like an adder, let me round thee twine,

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And shield thy body from the shafts of war.
Thou shalt not, must not, from thy Bertha ryne,
But ken the din of slogans from afar.

Æl.
O love, was this thy joy, to shew the treat,
Then rudely to forbid thy hungered guests to eat?