Art thou assured
By this, that Harold loves but Edith?
ALDWYTH. Morcar!
Why creep'st thou like a timorous beast of prey
Out of the bush by night?
MORCAR. I follow'd thee.
ALDWYTH. Follow my lead, and I will make thee earl.
MORCAR. What lead then?
ALDWYTH. Thou shalt flash it secretly
Among the good Northumbrian folk, that I--
That Harold loves me--yea, and presently
That I and Harold are betroth'd--and last--
Perchance that Harold wrongs me; tho' I would not
That it should come to that.
MORCAR. I will both flash
And thunder for thee.
ALDWYTH. I said 'secretly;'
It is the flash that murders, the poor thunder
Never harm'd head.
MORCAR. But thunder may bring down
That which the flash hath stricken.
ALDWYTH. Down with Tostig!
That first of all--And when doth Harold go?
MORCAR. To-morrow--first to Bosham, then to Flanders.
ALDWYTH. Not to come back till Tostig shall have shown
And redden'd with his people's blood the teeth
That shall be broken by us--yea, and thou
Chair'd in his place. Good-night, and dream thyself
Their chosen Earl.
[_Exit_ ALDWYTH.
MORCAR.
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