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Scene II.]
THE VARANGIAN.
KING.
Scant be they now, or I shall cut them short
With heavy curses.
ivo.
All the Saints forbid
That I should on my head such evil bring
By strange loquacity.
KING.
The witch ! the witch !
FITZ-ROLLO.
And Hereward ! What of the wild Varangian ?
ivo.
Why I have not two tongues.
KING.
No ;
if thou hadst,
I'd have thee placed upon some steeple-top
Where bells were 43
wanting, and ( ) thy gingling tones
Would make the Devil with impatience flee
Far from thy noisy station.
ivo.
Then, my lord,
Not to be wearisome, first of the bridge,
That bridge built for the troops to cross the fen
It was a noble bridge ! and secondly,
The tower upon it O it was, my lords,
A gallant tower ! built of enduring wood.
Both bridge and tower were by my skill contrived.
I planned with judgment, and the craftsmen wrought
Under my teaching, till the turret rose
CTerpeering all the moor, the moor ? You might
Have from its summit seen the utmost bounds
Of the wide German ocean, and the shores
That border it beyond !