Tragic Poem of Wold, The - Act 3, Scene 13
SCENE XIII. — A Height, Wold Castle seen in the distance .
Enter Lord W OLD , H ASTINGS , and their troops .
W OLD . Yonder's my father's house! It shines as ne'er
I saw it shining: I could almost ken
My mother's head i' the light. What's yon strange lustre
An omen of? How I do shudder, Hastings,
Lifting my hand against that sacred house!
Surely the grace of life is going from me.
Come on, let's do it quickly, what we do.
Alarms coming near.
What have we here?
Some fugitives run by.
( Intercepting one of them ). Stay, sirrah, what's ado?
F UG . The old sow of Wold is out on us on the one side; and that fiend incarnate, Chayr, is after us one the other ... In siege and assault we did our best, but the terrible old Dowager has the day at last. Out of her way's worth a life.
Further alarms.
H AST . Pell-mell on us, here they be.
W OLD . Now then for work!
Back must we turn the battle; else Wold stands,
And Dunley gets Chayr's help, my mother's too,
And baffles us. To the rescue, ho!
Enter Lord W OLD , H ASTINGS , and their troops .
W OLD . Yonder's my father's house! It shines as ne'er
I saw it shining: I could almost ken
My mother's head i' the light. What's yon strange lustre
An omen of? How I do shudder, Hastings,
Lifting my hand against that sacred house!
Surely the grace of life is going from me.
Come on, let's do it quickly, what we do.
Alarms coming near.
What have we here?
Some fugitives run by.
( Intercepting one of them ). Stay, sirrah, what's ado?
F UG . The old sow of Wold is out on us on the one side; and that fiend incarnate, Chayr, is after us one the other ... In siege and assault we did our best, but the terrible old Dowager has the day at last. Out of her way's worth a life.
Further alarms.
H AST . Pell-mell on us, here they be.
W OLD . Now then for work!
Back must we turn the battle; else Wold stands,
And Dunley gets Chayr's help, my mother's too,
And baffles us. To the rescue, ho!
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