No, Tostig--lest I make myself a fool
Who made the King who made thee, make thee Earl.
TOSTIG. Why chafe me then? Thou knowest I soon go wild.
GURTH. Come, come! as yet thou art not gone so wild
But thou canst hear the best and wisest of us.
HAROLD. So says old Gurth, not I: yet hear! thine earldom,
Tostig, hath been a kingdom. Their old crown
Is yet a force among them, a sun set
But leaving light enough for Alfgar's house
To strike thee down by--nay, this ghastly glare
May heat their fancies.
TOSTIG. My most worthy brother,
Thou art the quietest man in all the world--
Ay, ay and wise in peace and great in war--
Pray God the people choose thee for their king!
But all the powers of the house of Godwin
Are not enframed in thee.
HAROLD. Thank the Saints, no!
But thou hast drain'd them shallow by thy tolls,
And thou art ever here about the King:
Thine absence well may seem a want of care.
Cling to their love; for, now the sons of Godwin
Sit topmost in the field of England, envy,
Like the rough bear beneath the tree, good brother,
Waits till the man let go.
TOSTIG. Good counsel truly!
I heard from my Northumbria yesterday.
HAROLD. How goes it then with thy Northumbria?
Well?
TOSTIG. And wouldst thou that it went aught else than well?
HAROLD.
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