ALDWYTH. Edith, Edith--
EDITH. What was he like, this husband? like to thee?
Call not for help from me. I knew him not.
He lies not here: not close beside the standard.
Here fell the truest, manliest hearts of England.
Go further hence and find him.
ALDWYTH. She is crazed!
EDITH. That doth not matter either. Lower the light.
He must be here.
_Enter two_ CANONS, OSGOD _and_ ATHELRIC, _with
torches. They turn over the dead bodies and
examine them as they pass_.
OSGOD. I think that this is Thurkill.
ATHELRIC. More likely Godric.
OSGOD. I am sure this body
Is Alfwig, the king's uncle.
ATHELRIC. So it is!
No, no--brave Gurth, one gash from brow to knee!
OSGOD. And here is Leofwin.
EDITH. And here is _He!_
ALDWYTH. Harold? Oh no--nay, if it were--my God,
They have so maim'd and murder'd all his face
There is no man can swear to him.
EDITH. But one woman!
Look you, we never mean to part again.
I have found him, I am happy.
Was there not someone ask'd me for forgiveness?
I yield it freely, being the true wife
Of this dead King, who never bore revenge.
_Enter_ COUNT WILLIAM _and_ WILLIAM MALET.
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