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CXXVI.

Ber.
Celmond, speak what thou mean'st, or else my thought
Perchance may rob thy honesty so fair.

Cel.
Then hear, and know, hereto I have you brought,
My long-hid love unto you to make clear.

Ber.
Oh heaven and earth! what is it I do hear?
Am I betrayed? where is my Ælla, say?

Cel.
Oh do not now to Ælla such love bear,
But some bestow on Celmond's head.

Ber.
Away!
I will begone, and grope my passage out,
Albeit adder's stings my legs do twine about.