Celmonde, speake whatte thou menest, or alse mie thoughtes
Perchaunce maie robbe thie honestie so fayre.
CELMONDE.
Then here, & knowe, hereto I have you broughte,
Mie longe hydde love unto you to make clere.
BIRTHA.
Oh heaven & earthe! whatte ys ytt I doe heare? 1030
Am I betraste[112]? where ys mie Ælla, saie!
CELMONDE.
O! do nete nowe to Ælla syke love bere,
Botte geven some onne Celmondes hedde.
BIRTHA.
Awaie!
I wylle be gone, & groape mie passage oute,
Albeytte neders stynges mie legs do twyne aboute. 1035