Or till the Pope be Christ’s.
Aldwyth, the queen, glides in, and seeing Edith, says—
Away from him! Away!
Edith says (we can imagine her sweet plaintiveness)—
I will.… I have not spoken to the king
One word: and one I must. Farewell!
And she offers to go.
But Harold, beckoning with a grand gesture of authority—
Not yet!
Stay! The king commands thee, woman!