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CXLII.
[Æl.]This only was unarmed, of all my sprite:
My honour, honour, frowned on the soft wind
That steekèd on it; now with rage I'm pight;
A furious tempest is my tortured mind.
My honour yet some driblet joy may find,
To the Dane's wounds I will another give.
When thus my glory and my peace is rynde,
It were a cowardice to think to live.
My servants, unto every asker tell,
If nobly Ælla lived, as nobly Ælla fell!
[Stabs his breast.
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