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nan, be this arm if death meet him not
there.
CoNNAN ! faith Euran, this night
fliall the ftranger carry thy lifter away.
My fword fhall meet him, replies Con-
nan, and he (hall lie low on earth.
The friends met by night, and they
fought. Blood and fweat ran down
their limbs as water on the moffy rock.
Connan falls ; and cries, O Durftan,
be favourable to Rivine! — And is it my
friend, cries Ronnan, I have llain ? O
Connan ! I knew thee not.
He went, and he fought with Dur-
ftan. Day began to rife on the com-
bat, when fainting they fell, and expi-
red. Rivine came out with the morn ;
and O what detains my Ronnan !
— She faw him lying pale in his blood ;
and her brother lying pale by his fide.
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