Wait till they hunger, and not two in Ghent EARL. In God's time Distress shall breed dissensions as thou say'st. And what they get must travel far to reach them. Enter the LORD OF ARLON. D'ARLON. My lord, I do beseech you make me quit Of Occo for my guest, and give us leave For instant combat. EARL. Walter, art thou mad? What is thy quarrel with the Lord of Occo? D'ARLON. My lord, my lord, He is since yesterday, if not before, EARL Say'st thou so? What are thy reasons? D'ARLON. With a violent hand He carried off from Ghent a noble lady, 49 SCENE V.] PHILIP VAN ARTEVELDE. Whose honour he attempted yesternight Where I may meet the miscreant spear to spear, 121 EARL. Soft, my son; I'll have no fighting for a private cause To lusty knight, hot squire, and man at arms. GILBERT. Sir, the dames of Ghent Must look for worse than what your highness hints. EARL. Why then my Lord of Occo sinn'd not much GILBERT. My lord, he did but what was just and right. D'ARLON. Peace, Master Gilbert Matthew—stand apart; No craft of juggling renegade betwixt To interpose, and toss me to and fro The words that please him or that please him not. And play'd with weapons, ere my hands had strength The war-horse neigh'd to see me when my legs And rarely hath it been from that time forth That I have housed when men at arms were mounted. This it befits not me to say, my lord, Save for the just conclusion: I entreat To grant the combat which I claim with Occo, And quit your camp. EARL. Come, Walter, come, you're idle; When cause and opportunity are rife It shall have way; the next that shines, I trust, ACT IV. SCENE I. GHENT.—The platform at the top of the steeple of St. Nicholas Church.-Time, day-break. ARTEVELDE. There lies a sleeping city. God of dreams! What an unreal and fantastic world Is going on below! Within the sweep of yon encircling wall Finds room to rise, and never feels the crowd! They should float upward visibly to mine, |