Get thou into thy cloister as the King now Will'd it; be safe, the perjury-mongering Obey my first and last commandment. Count Hath made too good an use of Holy Church Go! Edith. On thee? on me! And thou art England! Alfred Was England. Ethelred was nothing. England Is but her king, and thou art Harold ! Harold. Edith, The sign in heaven the sudden blast at sea My fatal oath-the dead Saints- the dark dreams The Pope's anathema - the Holy Rood |