MORCAR. To-morrow-first to Bosham, then to Flanders. ALDWYTH. Not to come back till Tostig shall have shown Chair'd in his place. Good-night, and dream thyself Their chosen Earl. MORCAR. [Exit ALDWYTH. Earl first, and after that Who knows I may not dream myself their king! Harold. 4 ACT II. SCENE I.-SEASHORE. PONTHIEU. NIGHT. HAROLD and his Men, wrecked. HAROLD. Friends, in that last inhospitable plunge Our boat hath burst her ribs; but ours are whole; I have but bark'd my hands. ATTENDANT. I dug mine into My old fast friend the shore, and clinging thus Haul like a great strong fellow at my legs, So suddenly hath fallen as suddenly Put thou the comet and this blast together— HAROLD. Put thou thyself and mother-wit together, Be not a fool! (Enter Fishermen with torches, HAROLD going up to one of them, ROLF.) Wicked sea-will-o'-the-wisp! Wolf of the shore! dog, with thy lying lights Thou hast betray'd us on these rocks of thine! ROLF. Ay, but thou liest as loud as the black herringpond behind thee. We be fishermen, I came to see after my nets. To drag us into them. HAROLD. Fishermen? devils! Who, while ye fish for men with your false fires, Let the great Devil fish for your own souls. ROLF. Nay then, we be liker the blessed Apostles; they were fishers of men, Father Jean says. HAROLD. I had liefer that the fish had swallowed me, Like Jonah, than have known there were such devils. What's to be done? [To his Men-goes apart with them. FISHERMAN. Rolf, what fish did swallow Jonah? A whale! ROLF. FISHERMAN. Then a whale to a whelk we have swallowed the King of England. I saw him over there. Look thee, Rolf, when I was down in the fever, she was down with the hunger, and thou didst stand by her and give her thy crabs, and set her up again, till now, by the patient Saints, she's as crabb'd as ever. ROLF. And I'll give her my crabs again, when thou art down again. FISHERMAN. I thank thee, Rolf. Run thou to Count Guy; he is hard at hand. Tell him what hath crept into our creel, and he will fee thee as freely as he will wrench this outlander's ransom out of him—and why not? for what right had he to get himself wrecked on another man's land? ROLF. Thou art the human-heartedest, Christian-charitiest of all crab-catchers! Share and share alike! [Exit. |