Harold—I see it in thine!

And not on thee—nor England—fall God’s doom!

Edith—On thee? on me. And thou art England!

Alfred

Was England. Ethelred was nothing. England

Is but her king, as 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