Was there not someone ask'd me for
forgiveness?
Tennyson
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.
WILLIAM. Who be these women? And what body is this?
EDITH. Harold, thy better!
WILLIAM. Ay, and what art thou?
EDITH. His wife!
MALET. Not true, my girl, here is the Queen!
[_Pointing out_ ALDWYTH.
WILLIAM (_to_ ALDWYTH).
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.
WILLIAM. Who be these women? And what body is this?
EDITH. Harold, thy better!
WILLIAM. Ay, and what art thou?
EDITH. His wife!
MALET. Not true, my girl, here is the Queen!
[_Pointing out_ ALDWYTH.
WILLIAM (_to_ ALDWYTH).
