3 PHILIP VAN ARTEVELDE. Part the First. "No arts, no letters, no society,-and, which is worst of all, continual fear and danger of violent death, and the life of Man, solitary, poor, nasty, brutish, and short." LEVIATHAN, Part I. c. 18. B Dramatis Personæ. MEN OF GHENT. PHILIP VAN ARTEVELDE. FRANS ACKERMAN, } Leaders of the White-Hoods. VAN AESWYN, Squire to SIR GUY of Occo. HENRY VAN DRONGELEN, Page to VAN ARTEVELDE. FATHER JOHN OF HEDA, a Monk, formerly Preceptor to VAN ARTEVELDE. CLARA VAN ARTEVELDE, Sister of PHILIP VAN ARTEVelde. The SCENE is laid sometimes at GHENT, sometimes at BRUGES or in its neighbourhood. PHILIP VAN ARTEVELDE. PART THE FIRST. ACT I. SCENE I.-A Street in the Suburbs of Ghent. Occo. Sir Guisebert Grutt, and, by my faith, I think Sir Simon Bette too! Pray you pardon me; I thought that you were sped upon your mission Sir S. Sir G. Yea, my lord: It looks not well when nobles fall away One from another. That the small-crafts here Occo. Oh, dear sirs, I could remind you how your sometime selves Bore less goodwill towards the Earl's affairs Sir G. Truly, why not? To whoso merits it 'twill freely fall; So give us leave to make a good report Of how you stand affected. 'T were your wisdom. Occo. Kind sirs, I thank you; you shall say, so please you, That I am not of them that evermore Cry out for war, and having not a hope It would not then behove me to stand out Were he to deal too hardly with us all. Sir S. 'Tis fairly spoken, sir. When we come back, Bringing conditions with us as we trust, We'll look for aid from you amongst the Commons. For truly there are here a sort of crafts So factious still for war, and obstinate, That we shall be endangered. Suing for peace Occo. God speed you, sirs. To fair conditions you shall find me friendly. [Exeunt SIR SIMON BETTE, and SIR GUISEBERT GRUTT. VAN AESWYN comes forward. Aeswyn. My lord, were those that parted from you here The worshipful negociators? Occo. Ay ! Would they had passed the Windmills-how they crawl! And met no babbling burghers on their way. Not so: I've flung my line, and yonder pair of hooks But compromised I am not,-no, nor will be, Aeswyn. 'Tis said she is but backwardly inclined Occo. Makes a maid whimsical and hard to please. She that can have her will, be what it may, Is much to seek to settle what it shall be. The damsel must be tried; for if she yield, The charier must I be, whilst times permit, Of the good town's goodwill. Her lands lie all Within the Franc of Ghent. Send Berckel to her, And bid him say I wait upon her leisure. SCENE II.-The House Van Merestyn. ADRIANA VAN MERESTYN, and CLARA VAN ARTEVELDE. Clara. I do not bid thee take him or refuse him ; I only say, think twice. Adri. But once to think, When the heart knows itself, is once too much. yes, no ; Either or both; I would the chance were mine; To have a lover. Adri. Yours? why there 's Sir Walter. Clara. Sir Walter very good; but he's at Bruges. I want one here. Adri. On days of truce he comes. Clara. I want one every day. Besides, the war And though on moonless, cloud-encompassed nights, |