Ha! Gurth hath leapt upon him
And slain him: he hath fallen.
EDITH. And I am heard.
Glory to God in the Highest! fallen, fallen!
STIGAND. No, no, his horse--he mounts another--wields
His war-club, dashes it on Gurth, and Gurth,
Our noble Gurth, is down!
EDITH. Have mercy on us!
STIGAND. And Leofwin is down!
EDITH. Have mercy on us!
O Thou that knowest, let not my strong prayer
Be weaken'd in thy sight, because I love
The husband of another!
NORMAN CRIES. Ha Rou! Ha Rou!
EDITH. I do not hear our English war-cry.
STIGAND. No.
EDITH. Look out upon the battle--is he safe?
STIGAND. He stands between the banners with the dead
So piled about him he can hardly move.
EDITH (_takes up the war-cry_).
Out! out!
NORMAN CRIES. Ha Rou!
EDITH (_cries out_). Harold and Holy Cross!
NORMAN CRIES. Ha Rou! Ha Rou!
EDITH. What is that whirring sound?
STIGAND. The Norman sends his arrows up to Heaven,
They fall on those within the palisade!
EDITH. Look out upon the hill--is Harold there?
STIGAND. Sanguelac--Sanguelac--the arrow--the arrow!--away!
SCENE II--FIELD OF THE DEAD. NIGHT.
ALDWYTH _and_ EDITH.
ALDWYTH.
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