And I am useful, too; he'll tell you that; We Arteveldes were made for times like these; That we are of such canvas as they use To make storm-stay-sails. I have much in charge, AESWYN. Then must I tell Sir Walter that you never CLARA. Alas, poor D'Arlon! did I then say 'never?' Tell him to ask me when the siege is raised. AESWYN. The thought of that may solace him. Farewell. Farewell. CLARA. I mount the tower to look abroad. After your conference at noon, they say, And though you keep his secret, I surmise There's something may be seen from this church tower. AESWYN. Nothing to come from Bruges. CLARA. But yet I'll look. [She approaches the door of the Tower, and perceives VAN RYK, who plants himself before her. VAN RYK. You cannot pass, my lady. CLARA. How! not pass? VAN RYK. The door is lock'd; your brother keeps the key: And I am station'd here with strict command To suffer none to pass. CLARA. How could they pass, If what thou say'st be true? thou hast the key. VAN RYK. Upon my faith I have it not, my lady. CLARA. A courteous usage for a lady this! But hither comes my prince of spies, the Page, To tell what's doing in the market-place. Enter Page. PAGE. Here is a brave adventure! here's a feat! Here is a glorious enterprise afoot! CLARA. What is it? tell us true. PAGE. Illustrious lady! The name of Artevelde shall live for ever! There's cause for Ghent to tremble or rejoice, I have no business here. AESWYN. Most surely none; And you will now betake yourself to Bruges? CLARA. Nay, nay, sir, not so fast; gain Philip first, [Exeunt CLARA, VAN AESWYN, and Page. Enter VAN ARTEVELDE, who advances to the door of the Tower where VAN RYK is stationed. ARTEVELDE. How fares our friend within? set ope the door. VAN RYK. Oh, Sir! you must not enter; he is mad. ARTEVELDE. Whence tak'st thou that conclusion? VAN RYK. For three hours He strove and shouted as though fifty fiends We must be friends again. His aid is wanted. VAN RYK. He will assault you ere a word be spoken. ARTEVELDE. He is a hasty man; but we must meet. For mercy's sake forbear. Should you go in, ARTEVELDE. Nay, nay, thou know'st not with what winning ways I charge thee, and let no intrusive step the SCENE V.-The Platform at the top of the Steeple.—As in the First Scene in this Act. VAN ARTEVELDE, and VAN DEN BOSCH. ARTEVELDE. He has been drunk with anger, and he sleeps. I shall do well to strip him of his weapons. Thou art dismiss'd. [He lays aside the dagger. And come thou likewise forth, Thou flashing flourisher in the battle field; Gaudy and senseless tool of sovereignty, Up to thy shoulders thou shalt reek in blood, And 'tis but wiping thee to make thee clean, So poor a thing art thou !-there-get thee gone— [He lays aside the sword. Now that he's stingless I may stir him up. Ho! Van Den Bosch! arouse thee; what, thou sleep'st; Why, here's a sluggard !—up, thou lubberly sot! Get thee afoot; is this a time to sleep? Up, ere I prod thee with my sword-up, slug! VAN DEN BOSCH. What noisy villain's this?-Van Artevelde! ARTEVELDE. Nay, never grope and fumble for thy weapons; |