The wholesome air; to see the cheering sun:
To be again reckon'd with living men.
(kneeling and clasping his knees.)
Ethw. Let go, dark Thane! thou rack'st me with thy words!
They are vain sounds—the wind has wail'd as thou dost,
And pled as sadly too. But that must be
Which needs must be. Reckon'd with living men!
Would that indeed—O would that this could be!
The term of all is fix'd.—Good night to you—
I—I should say good morning, but this light
Glares strangely on mine eyes. (breaking from Eth.)
Sel. (following him.) My dearest brother! by a brother's love!
Ethw. (putting him away with great agitation.)
My heart no kindred holds with human thing.
(Exit quickly in great perturbation, followed by Alwy.)
Sel. and Hereulf (looking expressively at each other, and then at Ethelbert.)
Good Ethelbert, what ails thee?
Her. Thy fix'd look has a dreadful meaning in it.
Eth. Let us begone.
Sel. No, do not yield it so. I still will plead
The gentle Edward's cause: his frowns I fear not.
Eth. Come, come! there is no cause;
Edward is free.
Sel. How so? thou speak'st it with a woeful voice.
