CLARA. Nay, but you can guess. ADRIANA. O, I have guessed a thousand times too oft! CLARA. And all the while is he, I nothing doubt, He lovesick! ADRIANA. No it may be that he loves me; And when he told me he must come to-night, That then was in his thoughts. CLARA. O, much the doubt! But this was what I knew had come to pass, When answering with your vacant no and yes, You fed upon your thoughts and marked me not. ADRIANA. But honestly, think you it must be love He comes to speak of? CLARA. Why, 't is either that, Or else to tell you of what fish he caught. ADRIANA. O, do not tease me; for my heart is faint CLARA. Nay, if your love 's so lamentable sick, ADRIANA. With all my heart. You're too light-headed for my company. CLARA. Is it with all your heart? then I'll not go ; Come along; Your bower lacks tendance; it is strewn with leaves; And many a flower is hanging down its head I'll tell you why. Your eyes are in your horns. SCENE V.-The House Van Artevelde. PHILIP VAN ARTEVELDE and FATHER JOHN of HEDA. ARTEVELde. I never looked that he should live so long. Who, gifted with predominating powers, FATHER JOHN. Had Launoy lived, he might have passed for great, Still, An ardent soul was Launoy's, and his deeds him. ARTEVELDE. They will be dim, and then be bright again. And many a cloud drifts by, and none sojourns. Twinkles the reilluminated star, And all is out of sight that smirched the ray. FATHER JOHN. The worse for us! He that lacks time to mourn, lacks time to mend. For life's worst ills, to have no time to feel them. Yet such the barrenness of busy life! But this thou know'st. ARTEVELDE. Else had I little learned From my much-learned preceptor. Enter the Page. What, Sir Page! Hast thou been idling in the market-place? Canst tell whose chattels have been sold to-day For payment of the White-Hoods? PAGE. Sir, I cannot; 'T is at the house Van Merestyn I've been To see the Lady Adriana. ARTEVELDE. Her! Well, and what said the damsel ? PAGE. Sir, not much; For Mistress Clara was her visitor, And she said everything; she said it all. ARTEVELDE. What was it that ye spake of? PAGE. When I came The talk was all of chivalry and love. ARTEVELDE. And what was talked of then? PAGE. O, still the same. The ladies praised him mightily for deeds ARTEVELDE. Now, Father, mark you that; hearts soft as wax These damsels would be thought to bear about, Yet ever is the bloodiest knight the best! FATHER JOHN. It is most true. Full many a dame I've known Who'd faint and sicken at the sight of blood, |