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Alwy. Within these walls; she is the queen of Mercia.

Eth. I am indebted to thee.(Exit Alwy.

''Sel. (staring with surprise upon'' Ethelbert.) What dost thou think of this? Did we hear truly? To the usurper of her father's crown, And if our fears be true, his murd'rer too! To him! O most unnatural!

Eth. Ay, so it is. As one who ventures forth After an earthquake's awful visitation, The country round in strange unwonted guise Beholds; here swelling heights and herby knolls, Where smok'd the cottage and the white flocks browz'd, Sunk into turbid pools; there rifted rocks, With all their shaggy woods upon their sides, In the low bosom of the flowery vale Resting uncouthly—even so does he, Who looks abroad after the storms of state, Strange changes see; unnatural and strange.

Sel. It makes my spirit boil—the gentle Edward! So gently brave!

Eth. Yes, there is cause of grief And indignation too: but Ethwald reigns, Howe'er he gain'd his height, and he possesses The qualities that suit his lofty station. With them I fear he has his passions also, Hostile to public good: be it our part To use the influence we still retain O'er his ambitious mind for Mercia's weal! This is our duty now.