I spake not of. SIR RAOUL OF RANEVAL. Permit me, sir, the Lis LESTOVET. I humbly crave your pardon; I do beseech you pardon me; I deem'd SIR RAOUL OF RANEVAL. I grant you that; No man is more for speed, my lords, than I, BOURBON. Next-proceed. LESTOVET. My lord the admiral was next, and last But few days' journey; mallets at your backs, You might, when heard, pronounce. At Paris, when the Commons and vile people That Aubriot their friend, the sometime provost, And Brieche and Laon; so he moved the poor (Through help, as I believe, of something evil, From which God shield good men!) that straight they slew The chatelains and farmers of the aids. They next would raise a power and march to Paris ; But Nicholas le Flamand bade them wait Until the Scheldt were 'twixt the king and them, BOURBON. Something of this Reach'd me last night. THE CONSTABLE. I had some tidings, too. SIR JOHN DE VIEN. And I. BOURBON. I think, my lords, this matter asks A further inquest. If the whole be true, We were not wise in council to o'erlook it. That clearer-sighted we may meet to-morrow; LORD OF ST. JUST. Till to-morrow, then. THE CONSTABLE. One day's delay will hurt us not. SIR LOIS OF SANXERE. You do not well to toss about the parchments. Ho! tell my serving men we ride to Vis, The constable and I. Adieu, fair sirs. [Exeunt the King and the Lords of the Council. Manent TRISTRAM OF LESTOVET and SIR FLEUREANT OF HEURLÉE. LESTOVET. Go to the duke; tell him the point is carried. SIR FLEUREANT. But is it so ? LESTOVET. It is as good. SIR FLEUREANT. They seek Some further knowledge. LESTOVET. Tut! they know it all; They knew it ere I told them; but my mind As touching it, they knew not of till now. Run to the duke; pray him to keep his chamber; And come the next, we march upon Commines. SCENE IV.-The Market-place at Ypres. In front, VAN WHELK, a Householder, driving the last nails into a Scaffolding erected against his House. VAN STOCKENSTROM, another, looking on. A Woman is scouring the Doorstead of the next House. At some little distance six Gallows-trees are seen, opposite the Stadt-house. VAN WHELK. Room for five ducats at a groat a head. VAN STOCKENSTROM. "Twill be a piteous spectacle! Good day, How do you, mistress? WOMAN. Thank you, how's yourself? VAN STOCKENSTROM. "Twill be a sight most piteous to behold! A corporation hung! WOMAN. Alack a day! VAN WHELK. "Twill be a sight that never yet was seen Since Ypres was a town. A groat is cheap; A groat is very reasonable cheap. VAN STOCKENSTROM. The burgomaster was confess'd at seven; He is the first. VAN WHELK. Van Rosendael the next, And then comes Drimmelen, Verstolken then, VAN STOCKENSTROM. This ancient corporation! WOMAN. Wo's the day! Poor gentlemen! alas, they did not think, VAN WHELK. The like was never seen, Nor ever will be after. VAN STOCKENSTROM. Hold you there; |