For every philtre that can make men love, I know the secret of an antidote. I've warn'd him of those private ties in Ghent. OCCO. Well, it shall be done. GILBERT. I will provide thee hands. OCCO. You shall not need. I have already sent for two tried men,- The revellers, my good lord; they pitch the bar, I'll meet Sir Walter D'Arlon. GILBERT. In good truth But are these shouts of revel? Hark, again! They cry, to arms.' EARL. By heaven I think 'tis that. And hear ye not the bells? They're ringing backwards. OCCO. "Tis an alarm. Enter the LORD OF ARLON, SIR ROBERT MARESCHAULT, and others. EARL. Well, D'Arlon, what is this? D'ARLON. The men of Ghent, my lord, the men of Ghent. My friends, 'tis all as one. Now shall this war be gloriously ended, SIR ROBERT. Since they were first descried they have not stirr'd. EARL. Forth with my banner; out with horse and foot. GILBERT. My lord, one word, Ere yet the knights depart. These men are few, As dead and sapless as the last month's leaves. THE HASE OF FLANDERS. Nay, nay, they'll think we fear them. GILBERT. Think they their will; whate'er they think of that EARL. By my faith I know not, Gilbert, but thou may'st have reason. With victual, which is probable to think, They shall endure it worse. Enter the Mayor in haste. MAYOR. My lord, my lord, The crafts fly forth by thousands from the gates, A simple mariner avouch'd, my lord, That he had heard your Highness's own mouth Give out the order. EARL. Hang the slave! he lied. MAYOR. Why so the warders thought, and had not done it, Menaced their lives. Enter a Squire. SQUIRE. Sir Walter, sir, sends word The town is almost emptied. He entreats EARL. Now, Gilbert, we must forth. GILBERT. Aye, go we forth. Fifty to five, we surely must do well, Though peradventure, for the sparing lives EARL. Sirs, be sudden; And when you're mounted in the Market-place, I'll give you there your charges. Sound to horse. SCENE IV.-The Field of Merle, as in the First Scene. VAN ARTEVELDE, Van Ryk, VAN MUCK, and others. ARTEVELDE. See'st thou yon sweeping section of the road VAN RYK. I thought so too. When I had held mine eyes a minute fixed, I thought I could descry a tumbling movement. ARTEVELDE. Who hath the longest and the clearest sight By Heaven, they come! they come! Ha! Van den Bosch! |