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I would discourse some matters with this knight.
My lord, the peace of God be with your highness, And with this knight, and with that sinful woman.
I thank your highness--Oh the mouldy villain !
Good night, Cecile.—Sir, I disturb'd your rest;
Oh, my lord, It matters not; to-morrow I shall lie Where you will not disturb me.
So you, my lord, have said.
You stand condemn'd. Yet 'tis a word that I would fain unsay.
You are most kind, my lord ; the word went always
And if my life it please you now to spare,
mercy for yourself in straits According as you show it.
Nay, thy life Is justly forfeited: and if I spare thee It is not that I look for God's reward In sparing crime ; since justice is most mercy. Thou hast an intercessor, to whose prayers I grant thy life, absolving thee, not freely, But on conditions.
Whatsoe'er they be I will be bound most solemnly by oath, So God be my salvation, to fulfil them.
'T'is but to pay thy debt of gratitude
I'm bound to her for ever.
Sometime hence Mischances may befall her. Though I trust, And with good reason, that my arms are proof, Yet is the tide of war unsteady ever ; And should my hope be wreck'd upon some reef Of adverse fortune, there is cause to fear Her former lord, thy master, who suspects
Uneasily her faith, in victory's pride
I were ungrateful past all reach of words
I trust the day Will never come, that asks such service from you ; But should it so, I charge you on your faith And duty as a knight, perform it stoutly. Prudence, meantime, demands that you remain In close confinement.
As you please, my lord.
ARTEVELDE (after a pause).
Enter two Guards.
When I do trust a man, to trust him wholly.
Sir, your trust Shall not appear misplaced.
Give you good rest! And better dreams than those I woke
With grateful heart I say, my lord, God keep you !
SCENE I.— Ypres.—The Burgomaster of Ypres, with several
Burghers of the French Faction, and Van MUCK.
Well, well, God bless us! have a care-oh me!
I will, your worship.
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,
I'll speak him fair.
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.
Cast not away your life.
'Tis as your worship pleases.
But if Vauclaire, or Roosdyk, or the captains
Say thou com’st from DinandFrom Dinand, say, to sell Dinandery, Pots, pitchers, mugs and beakers and the like.
Suppose I'm question'd where they are ?
You've sold 'em. Say you praise God. Say you're a thriving man.
FIRST BURGHER (aside to second). This matter will be out.