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CXXXVIII.

Enter Egwina.
Egw.
Oh, Ælla!

Æl.
Ah! that countenance to me
Speaketh a legendary tale of woe.

Egw.
Bertha is—

Æl.
What? where? how? say, what of she?

Egw.
Gone—

Æl.
Gone! ye gods!

Egw.
Alas! it is too true.
Ye saints, he dies away with mickle woe!
Ælla! what? Ælla! Oh! he lives again!

Æl.
Call me not Ælla; I am he no moe.
Where is she gone away? ah! speak! how? when?

Egw.
I will.

Æl.
Caparison a score of steeds; fly, fly.
Where is she? quickly speak, or instant thou shalt die.