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CXVIII.

Ber.
Will Bertha's presence ease her Ælla's pain?
I fly; new wings do from my shoulders spring.

Cel.
My steed without will deftly bear us twain.

Ber.
Oh! will fly as wind, and noway lynge;
Swiftly caparisons for riding bring.
I have a mind winged with the lightning's plume.
O Ælla! Ælla! didst thou ken the sting,
The which doth canker in my hertys room,
Thou wouldst see plain thyself the cause to be.
Arise, upon thy love, and fly to meeten me.