He's equal to his function. Next in rank Were it but given to ponder and devise But should King Richard ask him on the sudden What brought him there, confounded will he stand Till livelier tongues from emptier heads have spoken; Then on the morrow to a tittle know What should have been his answer. FATHER JOHN. Lois de Vaux And master Blondel-Vatre have glib tongues. ARTEVELDE. Than Lois de Vaux there's no man sooner sees Whatever at a glance is visible; What is not, that he sees not, soon nor late. And many enter there, but none converge; An arch without a key-stone.—Then the other Good Martin Blondel-Vatre he is rich His apprehensions and demand, what then? And you shall find you've turn'd the blank leaf over. Still three are left. FATHER JOHN. ARTEVELDE. Three names, and nothing more. To please the towns that gave them birth they're sent, Not for their merits. Verily, Father John, I should not willingly invade your leisure, Or launch you on my now precarious fortunes; The writs are out-I'm driven upon my friends; FATHER JOHN. With my best of service, Such as it may be. To King Richard's court I will set forth to-morrow. ARTEVELDE. Ever kind! Of all my friends the faithfullest, as the first. The matter of your mission. Now, good night. FATHER JOHN. Adieu till then, and peace be with your slumbers. ARTEVELDE. [Exit. Their hour is yet to come. What ho! Van Ryk! Enter VAN RYK. You're sure, Van Ryk, it has not yet transpired VAN RYK. Certain, my lord. ARTEVELDE. Then come with me; we'll cast a casual eye VAN RYK. Your spirits were wont to bear you up more freshly. As you were wont to say that all men should. To put you thus in mind, I crave your pardon. ARTEVELDE. That was a loss, Van Ryk; that was a loss. But marriage and what term of time was given Brought it an hourly increase, stored for Heaven. In chains and bondage;-that it is not so, If sometimes I may seem to stray in thought, Nor know I that for any little hour Will needs put in a claim. One round we'll take, VAN RYK. My lord, you must be tired. I am too bold to trouble you so late ARTEVELDE. Not so; Your talk is always welcome. There within A serviceable, faithful, thoughtful friend, [Exit VAN RYK. Is old Van Ryk,—a man of humble heart, Doth slacken, is a word of common use. ACT II. The ARTE SCENE I.-The interior of the State Pavilion.-VAN ARTEVELDE ARTEVELDE. France, I perceive, Sir Herald, owns at length A recognition which I hardly hoped; For when the messenger that late I sent Was sent to prison, I deem'd some barbarous tribe, SIR FLEUREANT. My lord, you have your messenger again. ARTEVELDE. Ay sir, but not through courtesy I think, |