What is that
whirring
sound?
Tennyson
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. 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.
