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144 Whither go you ?

To the war.

Ah!

Ay, to-night.

Oh!

I am ordered away. We are to besiege Arras

Ah - to besiege ? . ..

Ay. My going moves you not, meseems.

Nay. ..

I am grieved to the core of the heart. Shall I again behold you ? . . . When ? I know not. Heard you that I am named commander ? . ..

Bravo !

Of the Guards regiment