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Ethw. (raising himself eagerly with great vehemence.)
Northumberland! Oh I did purpose soon,
With thrice five thousand of my chosen men,
To've compass'd his proud towers.
Death, death! thou art at hand, and all is ended!
(groans and falls back upon the couch.

First Offi. This is a faint from which I fear, brave Thanes,
He will awake no more.

Sec. Offi. Say'st thou? Go nearer and observe the face.

First Offi. If that mine eyes did ever death behold,
This is a dead man's visage.

Sec. Off. Let us retire. My good lord Ethelbert,
You shall not find me backward in your service.

First Offi. Nor me.

Omnes. Nor any of us.

Eth. I thank you, Thanes! 'Tis fit you should retire;
But Selred and myself, and, of your number,
Two chosen by yourselves will watch the body.
(to Dwina, who supports Elburga and seems soothing her.)
Ay, gentle Dwina, sooth your royal mistress,
And lead her hence. (after looking steadfastly on the body.)
Think ye, indeed, that death hath dealt his blow?