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Now I do hear the sound of real feet In haste approaching.

Some one brings us tidings. What may they be? Quick steps should bring us good.

Say all thou hast to say, and say it quickly. If it be good hold up thy blessed hand, And I will bless the token.—No, thou dost not! 'Tis evil then.—How is it with my lord? What dangers still encompass him?

No dangers.

And dost thou say so with that terrible look? Is he alive? Have all deserted him?

No, round his body still some brave men fight, And will not quit him till they be as he is.