Senlac! Sanguelac,
The Lake of Blood!
STIGAND. This lightning before death
Plays on the word,--and Normanizes too!
HAROLD. Hush, father, hush!
EDWARD. Thou uncanonical fool,
Wilt _thou_ play with the thunder? North and South
Thunder together, showers of blood are blown
Before a never-ending blast, and hiss
Against the blaze they cannot quench--a lake,
A sea of blood--we are drown'd in blood--for God
Has fill'd the quiver, and Death has drawn the bow--
Sanguelac! Sanguelac! the arrow! the arrow! [_Dies_.
STIGAND. It is the arrow of death in his own heart--
And our great Council wait to crown thee King.
SCENE II.--IN THE GARDEN. THE KING'S HOUSE NEAR LONDON.
EDITH. Crown'd, crown'd and lost, crown'd King--and lost to me!
(_Singing_.)
Two young lovers in winter weather,
None to guide them,
Walk'd at night on the misty heather;
Night, as black as a raven's feather;
Both were lost and found together,
None beside them.
That is the burthen of it--lost and found
Together in the cruel river Swale
A hundred years ago; and there's another,
Lost, lost, the light of day,
To which the lover answers lovingly
'I am beside thee.'
Lost, lost, we have lost the way.
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