HAROLD (_to the_ MAN-AT-ARMS).
I need thee not. Why dost thou follow me?
MAN-AT-ARMS. I have the Count's commands to follow thee.
HAROLD. What then? Am I in danger in this court?
MAN-AT-ARMS. I cannot tell. I have the Count's commands.
HAROLD. Stand out of earshot then, and keep me still
In eyeshot.
MAN-AT-ARMS. Yea, lord Harold. [_Withdraws_.
HAROLD. And arm'd men
Ever keep watch beside my chamber door,
And if I walk within the lonely wood,
There is an arm'd man ever glides behind!
_Enter_ MALET.
Why am I follow'd, haunted, harass'd, watch'd?
See yonder! [_Pointing to the_ MAN-AT-ARMS.
MALET. 'Tis the good Count's care for thee!
The Normans love thee not, nor thou the Normans,
Or--so they deem.
HAROLD. But wherefore is the wind,
Which way soever the vane-arrow swing,
Not ever fair for England? Why but now
He said (thou heardst him) that I must not hence
Save on conditions.
MALET. So in truth he said.
HAROLD. Malet, thy mother was an Englishwoman;
There somewhere beats an English pulse in thee!
MALET. Well--for my mother's sake I love your England,
But for my father I love Normandy.
HAROLD. Speak for thy mother's sake, and tell me true.
MALET. Then for my mother's sake, and England's sake
That suffers in the daily want of thee,
Obey the Count's conditions, my good friend.
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