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The brave Rodrigo's comrade, and the friend Of royal Constantine; who is in truth The noblest beast o' the herd, and on the foe Turns a bold front, whilst with him boldly turn A few brave antlers from a timid crowd, That quakes and cowrs behind.

Yes, Othus, I did mark thy martial garb: Heaven's angels bless thee!

And earth's too, gentle Ella. (Artillery heard again.)

O dost thou smile and such light words affect Whilst ruin growls so near us! hath sad use Made misery and sport, and death and merriment, Familiar neighbours?—I'll into my chamber.

Yes, to thy chamber go: thou liv'st, methinks, On the house-top, or watching in the towers. I like it not; and maiden privacy Thou'rt well accoutred, sooth! I knew thee not.