Ethw. No, nothing hard: most pleasant and most kindly.
Take your full rest, my Lord.
Ed. In truth, I do: methinks it does me good
To rest upon thy brave and valiant breast.
Eth. (stepping before them with great animation.)
Well said, most noble Edward!
The bosom of the brave is that on which
Rests many a head; but most of all, I trow,
Th' exposed head of princely youth thereon
Rests gracefully. (steps hack some paces and looks at them with delight.)
Ed. You look upon us, Thane, with eager eyes
And looks of meaning.
Eth. Pardon me, I pray!
My fancy oftentimes will wildly play,
And strong conceits possess me.
Indulge my passing freak: I am a man
Upon whose grizzled head the work of time
Hath been by care perform'd, and, with the young,
Claiming the priv'lege of a man in years.
(taking the hands of Ed. and Ethw. and joining them together.)
And on this sword, it is a brave man's sword,
Swear that you will unto each other prove,
As prince and subject, true.
Ed. No, no, good Thane!
As friends, true friends; that doth the whole include.
I kiss the honour'd blade. (kissing the sword held out by Eth.)
