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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=529306" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Ælla, A Tragical Interlude - Act IV</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">SCENE I.<br>AT BRYSTOWE.<br>ÆLLA AND SERVITOURES.<br>AELLA.<br>TYS nowe fulle morne; I thoughten, bie laste nyghte<br>To have been heere; mie stede han notte mie love;<br>Thys ys mie pallace; lette mie hyndes alyghte,<br>Whylste I goe oppe, & wake mie slepeynge dove.<br>Staie here, mie hyndlettes; I shal goe above. <br>Nowe, Birtha, wyll thie loke enhele mie spryte,<br>Thie smyles unto mie woundes a baulme wylle prove;<br>Mie ledanne boddie wylle bee sette aryghte.<br>Egwina, haste, & ope the portalle door;<br>Yatte I on Birtha's breste maie thynke of ware nemore. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">EGWINA.<br>Oh Ælla!<br>ÆLLA.<br>Ah! that semmlykeene to mee<br>Speeketh a legendary tale of woe.<br>EGWINA.<br>Birtha is --<br>ÆLLA.<br>Whatt? where? how? saie, whatte of shee?<br>EGWINA<br>Gone --<br>ÆLLA.<br>Gone! ye goddes!<br>EGWINA.<br>Alas! ytte ys toe true.<br>Yee seynctes, hee dies awaie wythe myckle woe! <br>Ælla! what? Ælla! oh! hee lyves agen.<br>ÆLLA.<br>Cal mee notte Ælla; I am hymme ne moe.<br>Where ys shee gon awaie? ah! speake! how? when?<br>EGWINA.<br>I will.<br>ÆLLA.<br>Caparyson a score of stedes; flie, flie.<br>Where ys shee? swythynne speeke, or instante thou shalte die.<br>EGWINA.<br>Stylle thie loud rage, & here thou whatte I knowe.<br>ÆLLA.<br>Oh! speek.<br>EGWINA.<br>Lyche prymrose, droopynge wythe the heavie rayne,<br>Laste nyghte I lefte her, droopynge wythe her wiere,<br>Her love the gare, thatte gave her harte syke peyne --<br>ÆLLA.<br>Her love! to whomme?<br>EGWINA.<br>To thee, her spouse alleyne . <br>As ys mie hentylle everyche morne to goe,<br>I wente, and oped her chamber doore ynn twayne,<br>Botte found her notte, as I was wont to doe;<br>Thanne alle arounde the pallace I dyd seere <br>Botte culde (to mie hartes woe) ne fynde her aniewheere.<br>ÆLLA.<br>Thou lyest, foul hagge! thou lyest; thou art her ayde<br>To chere her louste; -- botte noe; ytte cannotte bee.<br>EGWINA.<br>Gyff trouthe appear notte inne whatte I have sayde,<br>Drawe forthe thie anlace swythyn, thanne mee slea.<br>ÆLLA.<br>Botte yette ytte muste, ytte muste bee soe; I see, <br>Shee wythe somme loustie paramoure ys gone;<br>Itte moste bee soe -- oh! how ytte wracketh mee!<br>Mie race of love, mie race of lyfe ys ronne;<br>Nowe rage, & brondeous storm, & tempeste comme;<br>Nete lyvynge upon erthe can now enswote mie domme.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">SERVYTOURE.<br>Loverde! I am aboute the trouthe to saie.<br>Laste nyghte, fulle late I dydde retourne to reste.<br>As to mie chamber I dydde betide mie waie,<br>To Birtha onne hys name and place addreste;<br>Downe to hym camme shee; butte thereof the reste <br>I ken ne matter; so, mie hommage made--<br>ÆLLA.<br>O! speake ne moe; mie harte flames yn yttes heste;<br>I once was Ælla; nowe bee notte yttes shade.<br>Hanne alle the fuirie of mysfortunes wylle<br>Fallen mine mie benned headde I hanne been Ælla stylle.<br>Thys alleyn was unburled of alle mie spryte;<br>Mie honnoure, honnoure, frownd on the dolce wynde,<br>Thatte steeked on ytte; nowe wyth rage Im pyghte;<br>A brondeous unweere ys mie engyned mynde.<br>Mie hommeur yette somme drybblet joie maie fynde,<br>To the Danes woundes I wylle another yeve;<br>Whanne thos mie rennome and mie peace ys rynde,<br>Itte were a recrandize to thyncke toe live;<br>Mie huscarles, untoe everie asker telle,<br>Gyffe noblie Ælla lyved, as noblie Ælla felle.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">SERVYTOURE.<br>Ælla ys sleene; the flower of Englond's marrde!<br>ÆLLA.<br>Be stylle; stythe lette the chyrches rynge mie knelle.<br>Call hyther brave Coernyke; he, as warde<br>Of thys mie Brystowe castle, wyll doe welle.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>ÆLLA.<br>Thee I ordeyne the warde; so alle maie telle. <br>I have botte lyttel tym to dragge thys lyfe;<br>Mie lethal tale, alyche a lethalle belle,<br>Dynne yn the eares of her I wyschd mie wyfe!<br>Botte ah! shee maie be fayre.<br>EGWINA.<br>Yatte shee moste bee.<br>ÆLLA.<br>Ah! saie notte soe; yatte worde woulde Ælla dobblie slee.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">ÆLLA.<br>Ah! Birtha here!<br>BIRTHA.<br>Whatte dynne ys thys? Whatte merits yis leathalle knelle?<br>Where ys mie Ælla? speeke; where? howe ys hee?<br>Oh Ælla! art thou yanne alyve and well!<br>ÆLLA.<br>I lyve yndeed; botte doe notte lyve for thee.<br>BIRTHA.<br>Whatte menes mie Ælla?<br>ÆLLA.<br>Here mie meneynge see. <br>Thie foulness urged mie honde to gyve thys wounde,<br>Ytte mee unsprytes. <br>BIRTHA.<br>Ytte hathe unspryted mee.<br>ÆLLA.<br>Ah heavens! mie Birtha fallethe to the grounde!<br>Botte yette I am a manne, and so wylle bee.<br>HURRA.<br>Ælla! I amme a Dane; botte yette a friende to thee.<br>Thys damoyselle I founde wythynne a woode,<br>Strevynge fulle harde anenste a burled swayne;<br>I sente hym myrynge ynne mie compheeres blodde,<br>Celmonde hys name, chief of thie warrynge trayne.<br>Yis damoiselle soughte to be here agayne; <br>The whyche, albeytte foemen, wee dydd wylle;<br>So here wee broughte her wythe you to remayne.<br>COERNYKE.<br>Yee nobyile Danes! wythe goulde I wyll you fylle.<br>ÆLLA.<br>Birtha, mie lyfe! mie love! oh! she ys fayre.<br>Whatte faultes could Birtha have, whatte faultes could Ælla feare?<br>BIRTHA.<br>Amm I yenne thyne? I cannotte blame thie feere.<br>Botte doe reste mee uponne mie Ælla's breaste;<br>I wylle to thee bewryen the woefulle gare.<br>Celmonde dyd comme to mee at tyme of reste,<br>Wordeynge for mee to flie, att your requeste, <br>To Watchette towne, where you deceasynge laie;<br>I wyth hym fledde; thro' a murke wode we preste,<br>Where hee foule love unto mie eares dyd saie;<br>The Danes --<br>ÆLLA.<br>Oh! I die content. --</div><div style="margin:10px 0">BIRTHA.<br>Oh! ys mie Ælla dedde?<br>O! I will make hys grave mie vyrgyn spousal bedde.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">COERNYKE.<br>Whatt? Ælla deadde! and Birtha dyynge toe!<br>Soe falles the fayrest flourettes of the playne.<br>Who canne unplyte the wurchys heaven can doe?<br>Or who untweste the role of shappe yn twayne?<br>Ælla, the rennome was thie onlie gayne;<br>For yatte, thie pleasaunce, & thie joie was loste.<br>Thie countrymen shall rere thee, on the playne,<br>A pyle of carnes, as anie grave can boaste;<br>Further, a just amede to thee to bee,<br>Inne heaven thou synge of Godde, on erthe we'lle synge of thee.<br>The Ende.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Thomas+Chatterton">Thomas Chatterton</a><div class=q>
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AT BRYSTOWE.
ÆLLA AND SERVITOURES.
AELLA.
TYS nowe fulle morne; I thoughten, bie laste nyghte
To have been heere; mie stede han notte mie love;
Thys ys mie pallace; lette mie hyndes alyghte,
Whylste I goe oppe, & wake mie slepeynge dove...."></div>
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