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Ethwald, my father is a valiant man. (Sea. embraces Ethw. but not so eagerly as Edw.) ''King. (to'' Ethw.) Brave youth, with you, and with your noble friends, I shall, ere long, have farther conference. (retires to the bottom of the stage with Hexulf.) Edw. How tall and strong thou art! broad is thy chest: Stretch forth, I pray, that arm of mighty deeds. Would I were nerv'd like thee! (Taking Ethw.'s sword.) It is of weight to suit no vulgar arm. (Returning it.) There hero; graceful is the sword of war In its bold master's grasp.

Ethw. Nay good, my Lord, if you will honour me, It does too well your noble hand become To be return'd to mine.

Edw. Ha! say'st thou so? Yes, I will keep thy pledge. Perhaps my arm—Ah no! it will not be! But what returning token can I give?