I would discourse some matters with this knight. Thy hands are not too clean. I know the wench; FRIAR. My lord, the peace of God be with your highness, And with this knight, and with that sinful woman. CECILE. I thank your highness-Oh the mouldy villain! ARTEVELDE. Good night, Cecile.-Sir, I disturb'd your rest; [Exit. [Exit. SIR FLEUREANT. Oh, my lord, It matters not; to-morrow I shall lie Yet 'tis a word that I would fain unsay. SIR FLEUREANT. You are most kind, my lord; the word went always You were a merciful man and fearing God, And God is good to such and prospers them; And if my life it please you now to spare, ARTEVELDE. Nay, thy life Is justly forfeited: and if I spare thee It is not that I look for God's reward SIR FLEUREANT. Whatsoe'er they be I will be bound most solemnly by oath, ARTEVELDE. 'Tis but to pay thy debt of gratitude SIR FLEUREANT. I'm bound to her for ever. ARTEVELDE. Sometime hence Mischances may befall her. Though I trust, And should my hope be wreck'd upon some reef Uneasily her faith, in victory's pride Would give his vengeance and his jealousy SIR FLEUREANT. I were ungrateful past all reach of words Should I not hold my life, and heart, and service, ARTEVELDE. I trust the day Will never come, that asks such service from you; SIR FLEUREANT. As you please, my lord. ARTEVELDE (after a pause). What, watch there, ho! Enter two Guards. You will give passage to Sir Fleureant To go at large. My mind you see is changed: It ever was my way, and shall be still, When I do trust a man, to trust him wholly. You shall not quit my camp; but that word given, You are at large within it. SIR FLEUREANT. Sir, your trust Shall not appear misplaced. ARTEVELDE. Give you good rest! And better dreams than those I woke you from. SIR FLEUREANT. With grateful heart I say, my lord, God keep you! ACT IV. SCENE I.-Ypres.-The Burgomaster of Ypres, with several Burghers of the French Faction, and VAN MUCK. BURGOMASTER. Well, well, God bless us! have a care—oh me! VAN MUCK. I will, your worship. BURGOMASTER. Nay, but you must. And Roosdyk-speak him fair : For give him but a saucy word, he's out, And twinkling me his dagger in the sun, Says, “take you that," and you are dead for good. I'll speak him fair. VAN MUCK. BURGOMASTER. Nay, but I say you shall. "Tis a good rule to be more civil-spoken Than wantonly be cut and stabb'd for nothing. 'Tis so, your worship. VAN MUCK. BURGOMASTER. Cast not away your life. VAN MUCK. 'Tis as your worship pleases. FIRST BURGHER. But if Vauclaire, or Roosdyk, or the captains What should he answer? BURGOMASTER. Say thou com'st from Dinand From Dinand, say, to sell Dinandery, Pots, pitchers, mugs and beakers and the like. VAN MUCK. Suppose I'm question'd where they are? BURGOMASTER. You've sold 'em. Say you praise God. Say you're a thriving man. FIRST BURGHER (aside to second). This matter will be out. |