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''Her. (laying his hand on his sword.)'' Thou lyest, mean boastful hireling of thy Lord, And shall be punish'd for it.

''First Th. (of Ethwald's side.)'' And dar'st thou threaten, mouth of bold sedition? ''First Th. (of Hereulf's side.)'' Come on, base trokers of your country's blood.

''First Th. (of Ethwald's side.)'' Have at ye, rebel cowards!

I do command you: peace and silence, chiefs! He who with word or threat'ning gesture dares The presence of his king again outrage, I put without the covert of the law, Ah Mercia, Mercia! on the fields of war Bleed thy remaining sons, and carrion birds