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I will with love receive whate'er thou wilt. Yes, yes, I heard it; go, prepare mine arms. (To Attendants, and exeunt.

Enter, with hanging fondly upon him, and continue their way as if intending to pass through it, when a trumpet sounds without, and they stop short.

It is the sound that summons us to meet: There is no farther grace: therefore, sweet Ella, My pretty Ella, my good loving Ella, My gentle little one that hang'st upon me With such fond hold, in good sooth we must part. Here bid heav'n bless me, and no farther go.

Must it be so? I will bid heaven bless thee, And all good saints watch o'er thy precious life; And they will bless and guard thee in the hour Of fearful death. In this I have true faith; Yet, on the very brink, to hold thee thus Clasp'd in my grasp, and think how soon—Alas! From many points will fly the whizzing balls, And showering darts, and jav'lins sent afar, Aim'd by fell strength; wilt thou escape all this?