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Sir, it is not for me to say you nay
In your own town, with not a man to back me;
Nor would I willingly distrust your word
That all is honourably meant; for else
I scarce should miss to find a future time
For fair requital.


On my faith, my lord, I love you and respect you.


'Tis enough. Then I depart in peace.


Depart! what's this?
What's all the coil about? Depart! aye truly,
That's when I bid him, not an instant sooner.
Dismiss him thus, and bid him come no more!
Then what becomes of me? Oh, I'm a child !
I'm to be whipp'd for crying after him?
But let me tell thee, Philip, I'm the child
Of Jacques Artevelde-So look well to it.
An injury to myself I might forgive,
But one to D’Arlon-

[Bursting into tears.

Sir, think twice upon 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.
An orphan sister and an only one,
What could I less but let her have her will
In all things possible ? An easy man
She still has found me, and knows nothing yet
Of opposition to her high commands.
You, if you e'er should take her to yourself,
May teach her better doctrine. Patience, Clara,
Patience, my love; nor let this knight discern
His future trials thus presignified
In rain and lightning; let him not, my love.

CLARA (weeping).
When will be come again ?


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.

Be pacified, sweet Clara ; dry your tears.
He but deals with me as he has the right
And deems himself in duty bound. Such things
Shall jar no string between us.


Nobly said.
I leave her in your hands, and hope your aid
For bringing her to reason.


I entreat
One word in private with you ere we part.

Take in my sister, Adriana-go,
Impart to her a portion of that strength
Which there is in thee-teach her to subdue
Her woman's wilfulness.


My errand here Is not so wholly idle as no doubt Thou deem'st it. I would first have warn'd thee off The office which, with most unhappy haste, Already thou hast clutch'd. That being vain, I next would bid thee to beware false friends. Look that there be no treason in thy camp; I may not now say more; but be assured "Twill be thy life thou fight'st for.


Noble D'Arlon ! It is a grief to me that we should meet In opposition thus. I will look round, And profit by thy warning if I may. Trust me 'twould irk my heart no less than thine, (And may this show in all my acts hereafter,) To enter in alliance with foul play For any earthly meed. Sir, fare you well.

D'ARLON. Whenso' the choice and noblest of


friends Are bid to memory's feast, then, Artevelde, The place of honour shall be thine. Farewell.

[Exit. Enter the Captain of ARTEVELDE’s Guard.


Sir, there's a messenger from Van den Bosch

Who craves to see you instantly: another
Says the Lord Occo waits



ARTEVELDE (after a pause).

На ! 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 beg?


To gain a strong attendance.


Wo the while !
A bear, a fiddle, and a pair of monkeys,
Had sped the service better.

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