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Good ;—Sir Guy, Sir Walter D'Arlon is your host at Bruges. Adieu, sirs; come to council in the morning You that are of it. Stand aside, Sir Minstrel What, are you blind? Good night, good night, adieu.
SCENE III.-A Chamber in the LORD OF ARLON'S House. ADRIANA
VAN MERESTYN, and three Attendants in the LORD OF Occo's livery.
ADRIANA. Where have ye brought me, Sirs? What house is this? Nay, must I ask for ever? Wilt not speak ? Nor thou, nor thou? If ye are bid be dumb, But say ye are so and I'll ask no more.
Madam, we are.
Who bid you ?-Not a word ?
[First Attendant shakes his head.
'Twas not be.
thee send him; thou art not so rude,
[The first Attendant goes out. She turns aside from the others.
Befriend me now, Heart, head, and tongue; be bold, be wise, be ready! Oh for some potion that for one hour's space Should make me twice myself!
Enter VAN AESWYN.
AESWYN (to the Attendants).
Depart the chamber.
[Exeunt the Attendants.
Master Van Aeswyn!
It is thou
That thus abusest me!
I, Madam! No. I have done nothing; if a wrong there be, It lies with others ; I have but obeyed Whom I am bound to serve.
Alas! thy guilt
With blot and stain of such addition vile
Nay, madam, nay;
What law is that? 'Tis not the law of God, nor yet above it.
An honest squire is bound by plighted faith,
Though they be base and foul ? Oh Sin! what thread or filament so fine Of casual consent, of compact void, Slipt in betwixt “God save you' and 'good morrow, That's not a warrant of authority To bind a man to thee! to thee, glib Sin! But Virtue! where is that indissolute chain Which to thy anchored mandaments eterne
The floating soul shall grapple! Law of arms !
By all that's just, The deed misliked me from the first; three times I prayed his lordship to bethink himself What quittance he should hazard and what blame, In wronging of so rich and good a lady; But still he said the Earl should bring him through Let come what might; insisting that by law You were in wardship, and His Grace might grant Your hand to whom was fittest.
Oh blind craft!
Madam, I would it were so.
Weak, trembling, sick at heart, and wearied so
Lady, I swear
fortunes, Do aught that should redeem it
I say, trust them to me; Do to thyself the justice to renounce