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CXXXVI.

Hur.
The morning 'gins along the east to sheene;
Darkling the light doth on the waters play,
The faint red gleam slow creepeth o'er the green,
To chase the murkiness of night away;
Swift fly the hours that will bring out the day.
The soft dew falleth on the growing grass;
The shepherd-maiden, dighting her array,
Scarce sees her visage in the wavy glass.
By the full daylight we shall Ælla see,
Or Bristol's wallèd town; fair damsel, follow me.

[Exeunt.
Scene, Bristol. Enter Ælla and Servants.