PHILIP VAN ARTEVELDE. PART THE SECOND. "Oh Lord, what is thys worldys blysse, My somer's day in lusty May Is derked before the none." THE NOT-BROWNE MAYD. "I say, ye Commoners, why were ye so stark mad, Yowre naturall lord?" SKELTON. The Burgomaster and divers Burgesses of Ypres, Officers, Messengers, &c. MEN OF FRANCE. KING CHARLES THE SIXTH. THE DUKE OF BURGUNDY, his Uncle, and Heir Presumptive to the Earl of Flanders. THE DUKE OF BOURBON, also Uncle to the King. SIR FLEUREANT OF HEURLÉE, a Follower of the Duke of Bourbon. SIR OLIVER OF CLISSON, Constable of France. SIR JOHN DE VIEN, Admiral of France. THE LORDS OF SAIMPI, SANXERE, and ST. JUST; SIR RAOUL OF RANEVAL; the LORD OF COUCY, and many other Lords and Knights belonging to the French King's Council. TRISTRAM OF LESTOVET, Clerk of the Council. WOMEN. ELENA DELLA TORRE, an Italian Lady. CECILE, her Attendant. DAME VOORST, a Woman of Ypres. The SCENE is laid sometimes in FLANDERS and sometimes in FRANCE. PHILIP VAN ARTEVELDE. PART THE SECOND. ACT I. SCENE I.-An Ante-room to the State Apartments of the Grand Justiciary in the Royal Palace at Senlis, in France.-Several groups of Suitors holding Petitions in their hands. In front a Yeoman of Tournesis, and near him SIR FLEUREANT OF HEURLÉE. If I may SIR FLEUREANT. be so bold, friend, whence art thou? The times are stirring, and come whence thou may'st Thou must bring news. YEOMAN. So please your worship's grace I come from this side Tournay; I am French, And though I say it, sir, an honest yeoman. SIR FLEUREANT. And, honest yeoman, what's thine errand here? YEOMAN. I have a suit, sir, to my noble lord The Duke of Burgundy. P SIR FLEUREANT. Why, what?-what suit? YEOMAN. "Tis but for justice, sir; I crave but justice. SIR FLEUREANT. Hast thou the price of justice in thy pocket? Nay, sir, I am poor. YEOMAN. SIR FLEUREANT. Poor, and want justice?-where was thy mother's thrift And yet to lack such dainties! Say wherein YEOMAN. Last Wednesday, sir, a troop of Flemings, led SIR FLEUREANT. What say'st thou? is it so? Ha, ha! my friend, Thou'lt be heard on this. Enter Usher. USHER. Depart ye, sirs; his grace is with the king; [To the Yeoman, who lingers. |