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O Thou that knowest, let not my strong prayer
Be weaken'd in thy sight, because I love
The husband of
another!
Tennyson
STIGAND.
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.
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