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). Norman Cries. Ha Rou! Edith (cries out). Norman Cries. Ha Rou! Ha Rou! Edith. Out! out! Harold and Holy Cross ! 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 arrowthe arrow!-away! SCENE II. Field of the Dead. Night. Edith, beside Harold's body. Count William and Edith. Malet. And thou, (Falls on Harold's body and dies.) Thy wife am I for ever and evermore. William. Death!- and enough of death for this one day, The day of St. Calixtus, and the day, My day, when I was born. Malet. And this dead king's, Who, king or not, hath kinglike fought and fallen, His birthday, too. It seems but yestereven I held it with him in his English halls, His day, with all his rooftree ringing "Harold,” When all men counted Harold would be king, William. Thou art half English. Take them away! Malet, I vow I build a church to God Here on this hill of battle; let our high altar Stand where their standard fell - where these two lie. Take them away, I do not love to see them. Pluck the dead woman off the dead man, Malet! Wrap them together in a purple cloak And lay them both upon the waste seashore - I thought that all was lost. Since I knew battle, Of English. Every man about his king Fell where he stood. They loved him: and, pray God My Normans may but move as true with me THE RED KING CHARLES KINGSLEY 10PT-1130 WILLIAM RUFUS, THE RED (1866-1087), was a man of fierce and cruel temper. Far from working for the happiness of his people, he plundered the rich and oppressed the poor. His greed of gold and his reckless pursuit of evil pleasures made him many enemies. This much-hated king was shot by an arrow, whether by accident or intentionally was never known, while hunting in the New Forest. A brother of William Rufus and a nephew had already been killed in this same forest, and men believed that a curse rested on the place. The King was drinking in Malwood Hall, He thrust by squire, he thrust by knight, And, "The Word of the Lord, thou cruel Red King, 1 A grimly sweven 1 I dreamt yestreen; 1 ominous dream. So if thou God's anointed be I rede thee unto thy soul thou see. For mitre and pall thou hast y-sold, False knight to Christ, for gain and gold; The monk he vanished where he stood; King William sterte up wroth and wood 2; Quod 3 he, "Fools' wits will jump together; The Hampshire ale and the thunder weather Have turned the brains for us both, I think; And monks are curst when they fall to drink. A lothly sweven I dreamt last night, How there hoved 5 anigh me a griesly knight, I shrieked and woke, so fast I fell. The Red King down from Malwood came; His heart with wine was all aflame, His eyne were shotten, red as blood, They roused a hart, that grimly brace; A fathom behind his hocks shot he: "Shoot thou," quod he, "in the fiendès name, For whether the saints they swerved the shot, The iron fled through the kingès heart. The turf it squelched where the Red King fell, Tyrrel he smited full grim that day, Quod "Shooting of kings is no bairns' play;" The green tufts flew behind like rain; The waters were out, and over the sward: Men clepen1 that water Tyrrel's ford. Quod he, "Those gay waves they call me." |