Harold monologue (Act 7) — Queen Mary; and, Harold

To-night we will be merry--and to-morrow-- Juggler and bastard--bastard--he hates that most-- William the tanner's bastard! Would he heard me! O God, that I were in some wide, waste field With nothing but my battle-axe and him To spatter his brains! Why let earth rive, gulf in These cursed Normans--yea and mine own self. Cleave heaven, and send thy saints that I may say Ev'n to their faces, 'If ye side with William Ye are not noble.' How their pointed fingers Glared at me! Am I Harold, Harold, son Of our great Godwin? Lo! I touch mine arms, My limbs--they are not mine--they are a liar's-- I mean to be a liar--I am not bound-- Stigand shall give me absolution for it-- Did the chest move? did it move? I am utter craven! O Wulfnoth, Wulfnoth, brother, thou hast betray'd me!