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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 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.
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.
[Exeunt ADRIANA and CLARA. D'ARLON.
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
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 gain a strong attendance.
Wo the while !