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LXXII.

Hur.
But do not waste thy breath, lest Ælla come.

Mag.
Ælla and thou together sink to hell!
Be your names blasted from the roll of doom!
I fear not Ælla, that thou knowest well.
Disloyal traitor, wilt thou now rebel?
'Tis knowèn, that thy men are link'd to mine,
Both sent, as troops of wolves to slaughter fell;
But now thou wantest them to be all thine.
Now, by the Gods that rule the Dacian state,
Speak thou in rage once more, I will thee dysregate.