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And I snatched the blade of grass from her mouth. FOURTH HAG. By the rolling of the drums, Hitherward King William comes! The night is struggling with the day-- Hags of darkness, hence! away! William is in the north; the avenging sword Descended like a whirlwind where he passed; Slaughter and Famine at his bidding wait, 30 Like lank, impatient bloodhounds, till he cries, Pursue! Again the Norman banner floats Triumphant on the citadel of York, Where, circled with the blazonry of arms, Amid his barons, William holds his state. The boy preserved from death, young Malet, kneels, With folded hands; his father, mother kneel, Imploring clemency for Harold's sons; For Edmund most. Bareheaded Waltheof bends, 39 And yields the keys! A breathless courier comes: What tidings? O'er the seas the Danes are fled; Morcar and Edwin in Northumberland, Amidst its wildest mountains, seek to hide Their broken hopes--their troops are all dispersed. Malcolm alone, and the boy Atheling, And the two sons of the dead Harold, wait The winds to bear them to the North away. Bid forth a thousand spearmen, William cried: Now, by the resurrection, and the throne Of God, King Malcolm shall repent the hour 50 He ere drew sword in England! Hence! away! The west wind blows, the boat is on the beach, The clansmen all embarked, the pipe is heard, Whilst thoughtful Malcolm and young Atheling Linger the last upon the shore; and there Are Harold's children, the gray-headed monk, Godwin, and Edmund, and poor Adela. Then Malcolm spoke: The lot is cast! oh, fly From this devoted land, and live with us, Amidst our lakes and mountains! Adela, 60 Atheling whispered, does thy heart say Yes? For in this world we ne'er may meet again. The brief hour calls--come, Adela, exclaimed Malcolm, and kindly took her hand. She looked To heaven, and fell upon her knees, then rose, And answered: Sire, when my brave father fell, We three were exiles on a distant shore; And never, or in solitude or courts, Was God forgotten--all is in his hand. 70 When those whom I had loved from infancy Here joined the din of arms, I came with them; With them
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