I have bright spears and shields, and shining blades,
But nought ennobled by the owner's use.
(Takes a bracelet from his arm, and fastens it round Ethwald's.)
King. (Advancing from the bottom of the stage.)
My worthy Chiefs and Thanes, the night wears on:
The rev'rend bishop, and these pious men,
Beneath their fane give hospitality,
And woo us to accept it for the night.
Sea. I thought, my Lord, you meant to pass the night
With your brave soldiers in the open field;
Already they have learnt the pleasing tale,
Shall I unsay it?
King.Nay, that were unfit.
I pray you pardon me, my rev'rend father!
I cannot house with you, it were unfit.
Hex. Should not your greatness spend the night with those
To whom, in truth, you owe the victory?
We chant at midnight to St. Alban's praise;
Surely my Lord regards those sacred things.
(Whispers the King.)
King. Brave Seagurth, there are reasons of good weight
Why I should lay aside my first intent.
Let all these wounded chieftains follow me;
The rest who list may keep the open field.
(To Edw.) Nephew, thou must not prove a soldier's hardships,
Ere thou hast earn'd a soldier's name. Nay, nay!
It must be so.(Exeunt King, wounded Chiefs,
