VAN MUCK. Oh Lord! oh Lord! VAUCLAIRE. [He is taken out. Bring them away: we'll hear them at the Stadt-house, Keep them apart, and let them not have speech ROOSDYK. If any man make signs, Despatch him on the spot. Master Vauclaire, SCENE II.-The French Court at Arras.-An Antechamber in the Maison de Ville. TRISTRAM OF LESTOVET, Clerk of the Council, and SIR FLEUREANT OF HEURLÉE. SIR FLEUREANT. When I forgive him, may the stars rain down LESTOVET. Had she been his wife, A small transgression might have pass'd. Learn thou. And what men keep for pleasure is more precious SIR FLEUREANT. He'll be the worse, And knows it. When I fled I left behind A notion of my purpose. There's none here Can know like me his weakness and his strength. Let but the council hear me; I shall tell What shall be worth to them ten thousand spears. LESTOVET. "Tis now their time to meet; but the young king Lies long a-bed. Here comes my Lord of Burgundy. Enter DUKE OF BURGUNDY. BURGUNDY. Good-morrow, sirs, good-morrow! So, your stars, SIR FLEUREANT. I give your highness thanks. BURGUNDY. Well, Lestovet, My brother of Bourbon keeps his mind, they say; LESTOVET. His grace of Bourbon, sir, is misdirected; That should know better. BURGUNDY. They shall rue it dearly. To turn aside ten leagues, ten Flemish leagues, LESTOVET. Sir Fleureant here, who left the rebel camp No longer past than Wednesday, says their strength Lies wholly eastward of the Scheldt. SIR FLEUREANT. The towns Betwixt the Scheldt and Lis, your grace should know, BURGUNDY. They are my words, they are my very words; These towns would join us if he would but let them; LESTOVET. My lord, I crave your pardon For so exorbitantly shooting past My line of duty as to tender words Of counsel to your highness; but my thoughts BURGUNDY. That may be ; But, Lestovet, to sue to them to turn! I cannot do it. LESTOVET. May it please your grace To leave it in my hands. With easier ear And with a current that themselves perceive not BURGUNDY. But how can I be absent from the board At such a time as this? LESTOVET. A seizure, say, Nay; Of sudden illness. They'll be here anon, I think I hear them now. Of horses' feet. SIR FLEUREANT. There is a sound BURGUNDY. Then try it, Lestovet; You are a wise and wary man; this day LESTOVET. Ha ha! the council! they are men of spirit. SIR FLEUREANT. You'll tell them I am here. LESTOVET. Before they rise You shall be heard at large; but leave to me Shall trundle from the board, which he shall hear; SCENE III.-The Council Chamber.—The KING is brought in by the DUKE OF BOURBON, and seated on a Chair of State at the head of the Board; three seats are placed below, on two of which the DUKES of BOURBON and BERRY place themselves. The other Councillors then enter, and take their seats in succession, to the number of twelve; to wit, SIR OLIVER OF CLISSON, Constable of France; SIR JOHN OF VIEN, Admiral of France; the LORD OF COUCY, SIR WILLIAM OF POICTIERS, SIR AYMENON OF PUMIERS, the BASTARD OF LANGRES, SIR RAOUL OF RANEVAL, the LORD OF ST. JUST, the LORD OF SAIMPI, SIR MAURICE OF TRESSIQUIDY, SIR LOIS OF SANXERE, and the BEGUE OF VILLAINES. A desk is placed opposite the lower end of the Board, at which is seated TRISTRAM OF LESTOVET, Clerk of the Council. BOURBON. My brother of Burgundy is sick to-day; X |