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The moon has not yet risen, It cannot yet be nine.
Not nine ? well, well ; * Be the day never so long,
At length cometh even-song.' So saith the ancient rhyme. At eight o'clock Or thereabouts, we cross'd the bridge of Rosebecque.
'Twas thereabouts, my lord.
Tell me, Van Ryk,
In my thoughts, my lord ?
Nothing to speak of.
Well now it is strange!
I saw not that you did, my lord.
I did; 'Twas an unwholesome dream,
Ay, and dream'd too.
If dream it was—à nightmare rather: first
dull ears, with thick and muffled peal,
It was, my
lord. I wonder how I mark'd not that you slept.
I must be wakeful now. Who waits ? who's there?
[To an Attendant, who enters. The man I sent to Ypres with a letterHas he return'd?
But now, my lord, arrived ; And with him Father John.
He come already!
Then leave us—No, Van Ryk, Not you; or if you will, lie down within, And rest you till I call.
[Exeunt Van Ryk and the Attendant.
Enter FATHER JOHN.
God's love, my son,
Unalter'd, on my soul! The storms of state
It is your place, my son ; private respects
Should be far from you— tis no blame of yours.
To that at once.
'Tis a large levy;
But yet you muster more.
Of men at arms Not half the tale; and those for Senlis bound Would double—so says fame—these now arrived. It were a vain and profitless attempt To disbelieve my danger, howsoe’er I show a careless countenance to the crowd. If Nicholas le Flamand call not back The French king's force, as much I fear he will not, There's one sufficiency of aid can reach The measure of my need; one and no more; And that is aid from England. This not sent, Or else belated,—coming in the dusk And sunset of my fortunes,—where am I?
At England's council-board in Edward's days
He knows not that despatch Is now so all-important. Nor from those I sent him, will he learn it. I myself Thought not King Charles had crept so close upon me, Else had I put your kindness then to proofs Which I intend it now,—else had I ask'd Your presence then in England.
Nay, my son,
Then their quality you saw.