New-York tribune., 1876-12-21

HAROLD.
Then there's force in theei
Tbou didst possess thyscf OF Edwards ear
Ts part me frOm the woman that loved!
Thou didst nrUuse the fierce NOrtlumbrlahsI
Thou hast been false 10 England aud ts iuel -,
AS in some sort have been false to thee.
Leave me- No more-PsTGGn TIJ1ETn On Ooth sides-DO'
Alas my lord, love thee.
HAROLD.
Passing thy love for Grifyth wherefore now
Obey my first and last commandment Col
ALDwITH.
O Harold husband sLall VIC meet again.
HAROLD.
After the battle--aftcr the battle Go.
hLDwYTH.
~ Exit ALDwITH.
EDITH.
Alas my lord, she loved thee.
Never! neveri
EDIrE.
I saw 1t in her eyes!
see II in thine
And not on tlce-uor Eugland-fil Gods DOOM
on ,,,., on me, And thou art Fngiand Alfred
was England. EshelIcd was nothing; England
is but her king. and thou art Harold!
HAROLD ,.,
The sign in heaveD-the sudden blast at sea
Tic Popo's Anathcma--thc Holy Rood
THAI bdw'd 60 me ~ waftham-Edirh, If
1, the last English King q 1, ,i.1SI E1Eland-
First Of n line that coming from the people
And chosen by the people
HAROLD.
And fighting fof
And dying for the people
Liyingi livinsl
HAROLD.
Yea so, good cheer! thou art Harold, l am Edithl
What matters how looki
Have we not broken Wales and NOrse!andl slain,
Whose life was all one battle, incarnnte war,
Their giantk!ng, 1iShuef nan4hAIm"
Than William.
Ay nv grl no tricks in him
No bastard he when ali was lost, nc yclrd,
And bit bis shield, aud dash'd II on the gronnd
Aud swayinS his twO-handcd sword about lIi'
Two deaths at every swing, ran In upon as
Aud died so, and loved him as hate ~,
lhls liar who made liar. II Hate can XII,
And LOathing WELD u saxon batte-ax-
Waste not thy might before lie battleI
HAEOID
And thou must hence. stgand viii see thee safe,
An" SO f"''"''' The ring thou darcst not wear,
have had it fssl,ion'd, see to meet my hand.
Farewell ne is oo1,ig out turns 5aeI; again
l am dead as Death this day to ausht 0f eaiths
EDITH
Thy death to-day
Is it not thy birthdayl
Ay, that happy day
A birthday welcome ! happy days and many
Onr-this! rhey embrace.
Lock, / viii bear thy blessing into the battle
anu NORMAN CRIES Ctcard in ne distance.
Ha Rou! Ha Roui
We must make room for the TeinafkhDle scene III
which the battle Of Hastings is described in q dia-
logue between Edith and Stigand, archbishop Of
Canterbury. naturally reminding the reader of the
famous battle scene IN IyanhOe.
sTIGAND.
Our Church in ar1ns-tle lamb the lioE-not
pSdr p be1 Hlo and erosier, batteax ABBOT Afwig
Leofric, and all the monks Of PctcreOrO
Mill WITH hands too limp to bran,iisii ron2and yet
1 have pOwer-wOuld Harold ask me for it
/ have power.
wha. power, holy fatheri
STiGAND.
Power now from Har9kl to command thee hence
And gee thee safe from scnlac.
EDITH.
srIGAED
Yea, so will /, daughter, until md
Which way the battle balance can see II
From where we stand and, live or die, would
CASoSs rom walttanl lsfngtng WinOut).
Saliva patriam
Sancte Pater,
SALIVA Fill
Saliva spittus
Saliva patItam,
sancta Mater.
EDITH.
Are those the blessed angels quiring, fath'rf
STICAED.
No, daughter but tho canOns out Of waltham,
The king 's foundation, that have foHow'd him.
O God Of battles, make their wall of shields
Firm as thy cliffs, strengthen their palisadesi
What is that whllTing sound
The Norman arrowi
EDITH.
Look out upon the battle-is he safei
SIIGASD.
The king OF England stands between his banners.
He cutters Oh tie erownng OF the hil.
God save King Harold!
chosen by his people,
And fighting for his peoplei
sTIGAED.
There IL one
Come az Goliath came Of yOre-hc nings
His brand in air and catches II again;
He is chanting some Old waf-sOng.
And no David
To meet hint
Ay, there springs Saxon on him,
EDITH.
Have mercy on us!
STGASD
Lo {! our good Gmth hath smittcn him to the DEATH
EDITH.
| So pcr!sh Gil TIE cuenles of Harold!
ENGLISH CRIES.
| HarOld and Hcly Cross! Outl outl
STIGASD
! Answer their arrows All the Norman foot
| Arc storming up the Hill. The range Of knights
| Sit, each q statue on his horse, and wait
ENGLISH CRIES.
| Harold and God Almighty!
NORNAS CRIES.
Ia Roul Ha Rou
Look, daughter. look.
Nay, father, look for mo
Our axes tighten with q single flash .s
About the summit Of the HILL GIid heads
And arms are sIiveT,d OF and spintered by
Their rghtning-and they fy-the Norman flies.
stigand, o father, have We won the dayi
STIGAND.
No. daughter, no-they fall behind the horse
Their horse are thrOnging 10 the barricades
I see the gonianon Of dolly Peter
Floating above their helmets-ha! he Is downi
EDrTn
He down Who down.
TheEormsn Count is down.
So perish all the enemies Of Engiandi