Might I stay the sun above us, good Sir Bishop?" Canute cried; "Could I bid the silver moon to pause upon her heavenly ride? If the moon obeys my orders, sure I can command the tide ! "Will the advancing waves obey me, Bishop, if I make the sign?" Said the Bishop, bowing lowly: "Land and sea, my lord, are thine." Canute turned towards the ocean "thou foaming brine. Back!" he said, "From the sacred shore I stand on, I command thee to retreat; Venture not, thou stormy rebel, to approach thy master's seat; Ocean, be thou still! I bid thee come not nearer to my feet!" But the sullen ocean answered with a louder, deeper roar, And the rapid waves drew nearer, falling sounding on the shore; Back the Keeper and the Bishop, back the King and courtiers bore. And he sternly bade them never more to kneel to human clay, But alone to praise and worship that which earth and seas obey; And his golden crown of empire never wore he from that day. King Canute is dead and gone: Parasites exist alway. HAROLD LORD TENNYSON EDWARD THE CONFESSOR, son of Ethelred and Emma, who had spent his boyhood in exile at the Norman court, was elected king after the death of Harthacanute. He was Norman at heart, and had little concern for the well-being of England. Having no children, he promised to leave the kingdom to his kinsman, William, Duke of Normandy. Harold, Earl of Wessex, was preferred by the English, but William won the crown through craft and violence. Harold was tricked into swearing to support the Norman's claim to the throne, and when, on Edward's death, the Witan elected the Earl of Wessex king, William crossed the Channel with a great army to seize the government. Landing at Pevensey, he met Harold's army at Senlac Hill and destroyed it (1066). Harold himself was killed by a falling arrow that pierced his eye. ACT I SCENE I. LONDON. The King's Palace. (A comet seen through the open window.) King, Queen, the Lady Aldwyth, Harold, and Tostig. In heaven signs! Edward. Signs upon earth! signs everywhere! your Priests They scarce can read their Psalter; and your churches Because I love the Norman better no, But dreading God's revenge upon this realm I have builded the great church of Holy Peter: Harold. My most dear Master, What matters? Let them turn from left to right And sleep again. Tostig. Too hardy with thy king! A life of prayer and fasting well may see Deeper into the mysteries of heaven. Than thou, good brother. Sees he into thine, That thou wouldst have his promise for the crown? Harold. Nay, I trust not, For I have served thee long and honestly. Edward. I know it, son; I am not thankless: thou Hast broken all my foes, lighten'd for me The weight of this poor crown, and left me time Twelve years of service! England loves thee for it. Aldwyth (aside). So, not Tostig! Harold. And after those twelve years a boon, my king, Respite, a holiday: thyself wast wont To love the chase: the leave to set my feet On board, and hunt and hawk beyond the seas! Edward. What, with this flaming horror overhead? Harold. Well, when it passes then. Edward. Ay if it pass. Go not to Normandy-go not to Normandy. Harold. And wherefore not, my king, to Normandy? Is not my brother Wulfnoth hostage there For my dead father's loyalty to thee? I pray thee, let me hence and bring him home. As I think But he begins to flutter. He was thine host in England when I went To visit Edward. Malet. Yea, and there, my lord, To make allowance for their rougher fashions, I found him all a noble host should be. William. Thou art his friend: thou knowst my claim on England Thro' Edward's promise: we have him in the toils. Malet. What would I do, my lord, if I were you? Malet. My lord, he is thy guest. William. Nay, by the splendor of God, no guest of mine. He came not to see me, had passed me by To hunt and hawk elsewhere, save for the fate Had wrung his ransom from him by the rack, To mine own hearth at Bayeux, where he sits |