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CXX.

Ber.
Albeit tempests did the welkin rend,
And rain, like falling rivers, fierce did be,
And earth with air enchafèd did contend,
And every breath of wind with plagues did sle,
Yet I to Ælla's eyes eftsoons would flee.
Albeit hawthorns did my flesh enseam,
Owlets, with shrieking, shaking every tree,
And water-adders wriggling in each stream,
Yet would I fly, nor under covert stay,
But seek my Ælla out; brave Celmond, lead the way.

[Exeunt.