EDWARD. Not thee, my son: some other messenger.
HAROLD. And why not me, my lord, to Normandy?
Is not the Norman Count thy friend and mine?
EDWARD. I pray thee, do not go to Normandy.
HAROLD. Because my father drove the Normans out
Of England?--That was many a summer gone--
Forgotten and forgiven by them and thee.
EDWARD. Harold, I will not yield thee leave to go.
HAROLD. Why then to Flanders. I will hawk and hunt
In Flanders.
EDWARD. Be there not fair woods and fields
In England? Wilful, wilful. Go--the Saints
Pilot and prosper all thy wandering out
And homeward. Tostig, I am faint again.
Son Harold, I will in and pray for thee.
[_Exit, leaning on_ TOSTIG, _and followed by_
STIGAND, MORCAR, _and_ COURTIERS.
HAROLD. What lies upon the mind of our good king
That he should harp this way on Normandy?
QUEEN. Brother, the king is wiser than he seems;
And Tostig knows it; Tostig loves the king.
HAROLD. And love should know; and--be the
king so wise,--
Then Tostig too were wiser than he seems.
I love the man but not his phantasies.
_Re-enter_ TOSTIG.
Well, brother,
When didst thou hear from thy Northumbria?
TOSTIG. When did I hear aught but this '_When_' from thee?
Leave me alone, brother, with my Northumbria:
She is _my_ mistress, let _me_ look to her!
The King hath made me Earl; make me not fool!
Nor make the King a fool, who made me Earl!
HAROLD.
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