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On my faith, my lord, I love you and respect you.
'Tis enough. Then I depart in peace.
Depart! what's this?
[Bursting into tears. Sir, think twice
it, Lest you should lose a sister unawares.
D'ARLON. Nay Clara, nay, be not so troubled.
ThereYou see the humour she is of, my lord;
But be my sins confess'd, the fault is mine.
When peace comes, dearest ; We'll make him welcome then to bower and hall, And thou shalt twine a garland for his brow Of olive and of laurels won from me.
Who craves to see you instantly: another
ARTEVELDE (after a pause).
Ha ! Lord Occo, saidst thou ? tell me, what of him!
He waits your leisure, sir.
And when comes that? He shall not wait my leisure. And what more?
Sir, Van den Bosch would see you.
It is well : I will attend the Lord of Occo first, And Van den Bosch shall find me at my house Some half hour hence. How look we, sir, abroad ?
The citizens are trooping to the Stadt-House. 'Tis said Sir Simon and Sir Guisebert pass From door to door incessantly.
To gain a strong attendance.
Wo the while !