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SCENE I.
The Field of Brunanburh before dawn. Ethelstan's Tent
overthrown. Trumpets, war-cries, skirmishes.
Enter Anlaf, Edwal, Froda, Gorm, and the Reafen-bearer
with other Danes.
Anlaf.
Forward, ye warriors!—Shall they beat us off
Like drones, when we had storm'd their hive?—On! on!
Who saw the Dragon down? Did I not trample it
Under the Reafen!
Gorm.
It was Gorm that quell'd him!
The dragon-king himself, fire-breathing Ethelstan!
At once I pierced to his tent's heart and his.
Anlaf.
Saw you him die?
Gorm.
Watch'd him till on this blade
To the last drop he pour'd his red life out!
So flush a stream at onset was good omen.
Anlaf.
Forward then!—lose no fruit of first success:
Fall on, ye Danish battle-axes!—cleave them down!
All.
Forward!
[Exeunt.
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