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Well fought, brave Mercians! On, my noble Mercians! (sinks down again.) I am in darkness now! a clod o' the earth! (dies.)

(Britons without.) Fresh succour, Britons! courage! victory! Carwallen and fresh succour!

1st falling Mer. Horrour and death! the hand of wrath is o'er us!

2d falling Mer. A fell and fearful end! a bloody lair! The trampling foe to tread out brave men's breath!

(Voice without.) Ethwald! the valiant Ethwald! succour, Mercians!

(Voice within.) Hear, ye brave comrades? Ethwald is at hand.

Ethw. What, soldiers! yield ye thus, while vict'ry smiles And bids us on to th' bent? Your northern comrades Mock at their savage howls, and drive before them These chafed beasts of prey. Come! to it bravely!