The Norman sends his arrows up to Heaven,
They fall on those within the palisade!
They fall on those within the palisade!
Tennyson
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. O Edith, art thou here? O Harold, Harold--
Our Harold--we shall never see him more.
EDITH. For there was more than sister in my kiss,
And so the saints were wroth. I cannot love them,
For they are Norman saints--and yet I should--
They are so much holier than their harlot's son
With whom they play'd their game against the king!
ALDWYTH, The king is slain, the kingdom over-thrown!
