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CHIEF. Now listen, Danes! A hundred silver pieces will I give the man
who makes King Alfred prisoner! Hear--all of you!--One hundred silver
pieces!
DANES. Aye! Aye!
CHIEF (_to Goodwife and Alfred_). And when this Alfred's taken, to me
you'll bend your English knees! To me, you English beggar! Now come, my
men! To hunt King Alfred!
DANES (_going_). To hunt King Alfred! To hunt King Alfred!
[_They go. King Alfred smiles. The Goodwife looks after them, listening
for a moment._]
GOODWIFE. May they never see a hair of his head!
(_Lifting up arms._)
May Heaven protect and save King Alfred!
KING (_growling_). You seem to love King Alfred--
GOODWIFE. I love the ground he treads on!
KING (_as before_). Of course,--'tis English ground!
GOODWIFE (_shaking head_). Not that--I love the air he breathes!
KING. Well--'tis English air.
GOODWIFE (_sharply)._ No, no! I love the king!--the king himself!
KING (_growling)._ Out upon King Alfred! Out upon him, I say!
GOODWIFE (_angrily)._ You are a traitor, sir!
KING. What has he done for England? He has lost every battle to the
Danes! He is running from them now!
GOODWIFE. 'Tis no fault of his! If the king's men were as brave as he,
there would not be a Dane on English land to-day!
KING (_still growling_).
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