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1st Pea. Heav'n save us all! it is the warlike yell Of those damn'd Britons that increaseth so. By all the holy saints our men are worsted! (an increasing noise heard without.) Look! yonder look! they turn their backs and fly.

3d Pea. O, blasting shame! where fights brave Ethwald now? He is, I fear, far in the distant wing. Let us be gone! we are too near them here: The flight comes this way: hear that horrid sound! The saints preserve us! ''1st. Fol. (looking round.)'' They cease to follow us: this thickset grove Has stopped the pursuit: here we are secure. ''2d Fol. (filling his helmet with water from a stream, and presenting it to'' Edw.) My prince, this cooling water will refresh you.

''Ed. (keeping his face still covered with one hand and waving him off with the other.)'' Away, away! and do not speak to me! 1st Fol. We must not tarry here. (to Edw.) My Lord, the farther thickets of this wood Will prove a sure concealment: shall we move?