UBBO. And well I may! [Rising. Fill me this skull, ho! with yon stale flat mead; See, fools! it foams and sparkles i' the hollow bone, Giving new life to what has long been dead; I offer thee the dearest thing I have, And what I give thee must be wrenched away The sacred spark of life, Odin! bethink I sacrifice her in all holiness That thou may'st be propitious to the Danes, And help my brethren in the coming storm! - Go, take the girl, priest! take the Saxon maidI pledge to Odin. [Drinks - The tent is shaken by a blast of wind. GUTHRUM. Noble brother! Thanks, valiant Ubbo! ALL. FIRST LORD. Ho, ho! his captive! 'tis a pretty gift. ASKE. Silence, blasphemer! hush, while Odin speaks - Thou art a blessing, chief! Fill high the bowls To Odin and to Ubbo. [They drink to clashing arms. Enter an Attendant. ATTENDANT. My lord! a Saxon harper sings without; Who now begin to wrangle. GUTHRUM. Foolish knaves! ATTENDANT. I never heard such stirring music, sir! He would be heard by you. GUTHRUM. Well, bring him hither! Our feast will pass the lighter for a song. Pledge, pledge again! lose not a moment's space, Enter ALFRED as a Saxon Harper. GUTHRUM. [Drink. Well, harper! whatsoe'er your name, be welcome! If you can stir my blood, and make it bound As in the fight it leaps, right welcome here! I'm ready for a rouse begin and sing As merry as the piping wind that blows Through groves of Danish spears. ALFRED. Bring first a cup of wine. GUTHRUM. You ask right freely for't- here, take my bowl. FIRST LORD. And drain it as you love your Saxon life. ALFRED. I'll give you first a pledge, all join with me, And I will drain the dregs. A very noble pledge! This is the boldest Saxon e'er I saw. FIRST LORD. A little loud of tune, methinks! DANISH HARPER. Remember, Here is a harp cut from a Danish tree; You do forget that I was born your Scald. GUTHRUM. Pshaw, man! the Saxon shall play first, begin! DANISH HARPER. I will resent it-I will rouse their souls! ALFRED strikes his harp and sings : — Unravel my saying, Spake Elfhild the grey; Solve me my riddle, 'Tis clear as the day To men who are worthy, The brave and the free, Then mark well the saying, And, Danes! answer ye. E [Aside. |