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Until these very eyes have seen thee dead, These very hands have press'd on thy cold heart, I'll not believe it.

Third Cairl. Ah, gentle maiden! many a maiden's love, And many a goodly man lies on this field.

Young Wom. I know, too true it is, but none like him. Liest thou, indeed, amongst those grisly heaps? O thou who ever wert of all most fair! If heaven hath suffer'd this, amen, amen! Whilst I have strength to crawl upon the earth I'll search thee out, and be where'er thou art, Thy mated love, e'en with the grisly dead.

SCENE III. ''A castle not far from the field of battle. Enter Ethwald and Alwy, talking as they enter.''

''Ethw. (calling angrily to some one off the stage.)'' And see they do not linger on the road, With laggard steps; I will brook no delay. (to Alwy.) Why, even my very messengers, of late,