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Ethw. A sudden fancy strikes me: Woggarwolfe, That restless ruffian, might with little art Be rous'd on Wessex to commit aggression; Its royal chief, now leaguing with our king, Will take the field again.

Alwy. Your fancy bears good promise on’t; but move— In faith I'm cold!(Exeunt.)

SCENE V. A dark apartment in the same castle. Woggarwolfe ''is discovered asleep upon a couch of rushes, and covered with a mat. Enter Alwy and a Follower, with a lad hearing a torch before them. Alwy signs with his hand, and the torch bearer retires to a distance.''

Alwy. Softly, ere we proceed; a sudden thought, Now crossing o'er my mind, disturbs me much. He who to night commands the farther watch, Canst thou depend upon him?

Fol. Most perfectly; and, free of hostile bounds, The British prince ere this pursues his way.

Alwy. I'm satisfied: now to our present purpose. Ha! speaks he in his sleep some dream disturbs him: His quiv'ring limbs beneath the cov'ring move, He speaks again.