VAN MUCK. He has finish'd His daily rounds, and will be here anon. SIR FLEUREANT. Name me a place of meeting. VAN MUCK. The west dyke, Behind the sutler Merlick's tent. SIR FLEUREANT. Do thou And Kortz, and Bulsen, at the hour of nine, Be there to take my orders. Get thee gone, Go this way out, That so the Regent meet thee not. [Exit VAN MUCK. That seed Is sown, but whether I shall reap the fruits, Is yet in Artevelde's arbitrement. Let him comply, and those three hens shall meet HERALD. 'Tis more than time That I were fairly on the road to France. You're pushing on apace. SIR FLEUREANT. Our thrift lies there. Spare time, spend gold, and so you win the day! 'For strongest castle, tower, and town, The golden bullet beateth down!' Enter VAN ARTEVELDE. ARTEVELDE. You are equipp'd, I see, for taking horse; [Trumpets again. I pray you have Sir Charles of France inform'd It was your diligence with such speed dismiss'd you, And not my lack of hospitality. HERALD. My lord, we surely shall report in France ARTEVELDE. [Exit HERALD. You are not, I will hope, so much in haste? SIR FLEUREANT. My lord, I tarry but an hour behind, And not for idleness. My lord, I'm charged ARTEVELDE. Sir, I attend; his grace has all my ears. What would he? SIR FLEUREANT. He has voices more than ten In the king's council, and as they may speak ARTEVELDE. By mine honour, If there be justice I can render him, He should receive it from my ready hands, Although his voice in council were as small SIR FLEUREANT. My lord, he sent you letters that pourtray'd ARTEVELDE. Sir, he's thrice welcome to his paramour; SIR FLEUREANT. Then to me, A servant of the prince, 'tis his desire ARTEVELDE. To the hands of whom she will I yield the lady, to go where she will, Were it to the palace of the Prince of Darkness. But at the lady's bidding it must be, Not at the Prince's. SIR FLEUREANT. Do I learn from this The lady is reluctant? ARTEVELDE. By no means. The dangers of the journey have deterr'd her Toward the frontier, she may travel hence In your protection safely. SIR FLEUREANT. Her pleasure from herself? May I learn ARTEVELDE. I'll name your wish To see her, and she doubtless will comply. Attendance here! Enter an Attendant. Apprise the foreign lady, That with her leave, at her convenient leisure, SCENE III.—A Pavilion richly hung and furnished. ELENA. Art thou not weary of the camp, Cecile? CECILE. Oh no, my lady, it is always stirring; There is good sport upon the market-days, ELENA. Well, I am. Or rather I am weary of myself, And carry dulness with me as the wind CECILE. For shame, my lady! you that are so young ELENA. Give me my lute, and I will answer that. (She sings.) Down lay in a nook my lady's brach, And said my feet are sore, I cannot follow with the pack A-hunting of the boar. And though the horn sounds never so clear With the hounds in loud uproar, Yet I must stop and lie down here, The huntsman when he heard the same, What answer did he give? The dog that's lame is much to blame, He is not fit to live. Lo! some one comes. Enter an Attendant. ATTENDANT. The Regent, madam, would attend your leisure ELENA. Surely; Acquaint him that I wait upon his pleasure. [Exit Attendant. What can he want! he never ask'd before |