From "Harold"

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Title:     From "Harold"
Author: Alfred Lord Tennyson [More Titles by Tennyson]

    _Tostig._ What for Norway then?
    He looks for land among us, he and his.
    _Harold._ Seven feet of English land, or something more,
    Seeing he is a giant.
    _Tostig._ That is noble!
    That sounds of Godwin.
    _Harold._ Come thou back, and be
    Once more a son of Godwin.
    _Tostig_ (_turns away_). O brother, brother,
    O Harold--
    _Harold_ (_laying his hand on Tostig's shoulder_). 
     Nay then, come thou back to us!
    _Tostig_ (_after a pause turning to him_). 
    Never shall any man say that I, that Tostig
    Conjured the mightier Harold from the North
    To do the battle for me here in England,
    Then left him for the meaner! thee!--
    Thou hast no passion for the House of Godwin--
    Thou hast but cared to make thyself a king--
    Thou hast sold me for a cry--
    Thou gavest thy voice against me in the Council--
    I hate thee, and despise thee, and defy thee.
    Farewell for ever!                              
    [_Exit._]
    _Harold._ On to Stamford-bridge!

[The end]
Alfred Lord Tennyson's poem: From "Harold"

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