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Around her hopeful heart, who shall, like these,
Be laid i' the dust.

Her. Ay, so it needs must be, since Mollo's son
Thinks Mercia all too strait for his proud sway.
But here come those who search amongst the dead
For their lost friends; retire, and let us mark them.
(they withdraw to one side.)

Enter Two Cairls, meeting a Third, who enter by the opposite side.

First Cairl. (to Third.) Thou hast been o'er the field?

Third Cairl. I have, good friend.

Sec. Cairl. Thou'st seen a rueful sight.

Third Cairl. Yes, I have seen that which no other sight
Can from my fancy wear. Oh! there be some
Whose writhed features, fix'd in all the strength
Of grappling agony, do stare upon you,
With their dead eyes half open'd.——
And there be some, stuck thro' with bristling darts,
Whose clenched hands have torn the pebbles up;
Whose gnashing teeth have ground the very sand.
Nay, some I've seen among those bloody heaps,
Defaced and 'reft e'en of the form of men,
Who in convulsive motion yet retain
Some shreds of life more horrible than death:
I've heard their groans, oh, oh!

(A voice from the ground.) Baldwick!

Third Cairl. What voice is that? it comes from some one near.