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Since his last fray, in the transforming hands
Of artful monks, he has become most saintly.

Alwy. Well, but we trust his saintship ne'ertheless
May still be lur'd to do a sinner's work.
To burn the castle of a hateful heretic
Will make amends for all his bloody deeds:
You catch the plan? Nay, Hexulf and his priest
Will be our help-mates here. Smile not; good Ongar
Has pledged his word for this.

Ethw. And I will trust to it. This will, indeed,
Draw off the Thanes in haste. But who is near?
Sculking behind yon thicket stands a man,
See'st thou.(pointing off the stage.)

Alwy. Go to him, Ongar, scan him well,
And, if his face betrays a list'ner's guilt—
Thou hast thy dagger there?

Ong. Yes, trust me well.

Ethw. Nay, Ongar, be not rash in shedding blood!
Let not one drop be spilt that may be spar'd.
Secure him if he wear a list'ner's face:
We are too strong for stern and ruthless caution.
(Exit Ongar.
I'm glad he is withdrawn a little space,
Ere we proceed to join the leagued chiefs.
Hast thou agreed with Cuthbert? Is he sure?

Alwy. Sure. 'Tis agreed when next the Ethllng hunts,
To lead him in the feigned quest of game