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LX.

[Cel.]
I from a night of hopelen am adawed,
Astonished at the joyousness of day;
Ælla, by naught more than his myndbruche awed,
Is gone, and I must follow to the fray;
Celmonde can ne'er from any bicker stay.
Doth war begin? There's Celmonde in the place;
But when the war is done, I'll haste away.
The rest from 'neath time's mask must shew its face.

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I see unnumbered joys around me rise,
Clear standeth future doom, and joy doth me alyse.