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Which knowing, he will therefore cleave to me.
Enter GILBERT MATTHEW.
Not yet, my lord; they urge in lieu of lives
I bid thee not!
Lives, lives, my lord, take freely; But spare
the lands and burgages and moneys. The father dead, shall sleep and be forgotten; The patrimony gone,—that makes a wound That's slow to heal ; heirs are above-ground ever.
Well, be it so.
The knights wait here without.
They ask an audience of leave, and bring
Give them entrance, Gilbert. GILBERT MATTHEW goes out, and returns with Sir SIMON BETTE
and SIR GUISEBERT GRUTT.
This audience we made bold to crave, my lord,
He shall be welcome.
Does he wait ?
He does ; And with your highness' leave I'll bring him to you.
Think'st thou he may be steadied ?
At this time
Well, well, so be it. 'Tis no such urgent need we have of him ; But if he be so contrite, it is well.
Re-enter SIR SIMON BETTE with Occo. You're a bold man, my Lord of Occo, you That have so long borne arms against your liege, Without safe-conduct to have ventured here.
My sole safe-conduct is the good intent
Thou shalt return in safety. Say, what news
My lord, Peace, peace! is there The only cry, except with desperate chiefs, Who are so weak that fair conditions now Would draw their followers from them to a man.
Our proffer of conditions is made known
My lord is pleased to grant Indemnity to all save some three hundred ; The list to be hereafter named by him And dealt with at his pleasure.
This is well! These terms are just and merciful indeed ! But then they must be proffer'd presently. You know, my lord, the humour we of Ghent
Have still indulged—we never cry for
peace But when we're out of breath ; give breathing-time, And ere the echo of our cry for peace Have died away, we drown it with War! war! Even now the faction hopes to be redeem'd By a new leader, Philip of Artevelde.
Ha! Artevelde? that name is ominous.
Oh fear him not, my lord ; his father's name
Yet is his name so worshipp'd of the people,
Let him be noted. Think you, then, Sir Guy,
Let these good knights make instant speed to Ghent
You counsel well. Prepare, sirs, to depart;
them. [Exeunt the EARL, GILBERT MATTHEW, Occo, and Sir Simon
BETTE. A8 SIR GUISEBERT GRUTT is following, he is detained by D'ARLON.
D'ARLON. One word, fair sir.
My good lord, at your pleasure.
head is white; You will not heed me.
Pray proceed, my lord,