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Look here, my Lord, and be well satisfied: It is his very face, tho' somewhat changed With long confinement in these sickly damps, And the convulsive throes of violent death.

Ay, changed indeed! and yet I know it well. Changed indeed! Much he must needs have suffer'd In his lone prison-house. Thou bruised flower! And hast thou struggled all so bravely too For thy most wretched life? Base bloody work! Remove it from my sight. (turning hastily from it.)

Alwy. What farther orders would you give these men?

Ethw. Away! speak to me not! thou'st made me curs'd! Would all the realm of Mercia I had lost Ere it had come to this! Once in the battle's heat I saved his life, Alwy. Nay good, my Lord! be not so keenly moved. Where shall we lay the body?

Ethw. Thou and those fiends do with it as thou wilt: It is a damned work!(Exit hastily.