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CXVII.

Ber.
Celmond! ye saints! I hope thou hast good news.

Cel.
The hope is lost; for heavy news prepare.

Ber.
Is Ælla well?

Cel.
He is; and still may use
The hidden blessings of a future year.

Ber.
What heavy tidings then have I to fear?
Of what mischance didst thou so lately say?

Cel.
For heavy tidings quickly now prepare;
Ælla sore wounded is, in bickerous fray;
In Wedëcester's wallèd town he lies.

Ber.
Alas! my swelling breast!

Cel.
Without your sight, he dies.