For restless years upon a bed-rid couch, Than change with thee and take upon my soul VAN AESWYN. Lady, I swear I bore a part not willingly in this; And could I, without ruin of my fortunes, Do to thyself the justice to renounce This false knight's service, and to me one act The Lord of Arlon; tell him I am here In tribulation, and beseech his aid, And bid him by the love he bears his lady, To grant it me with speed. Wilt thou do this? VAN AESWYN. Madam, I will. ADRIANA. Go now then to thy lord, Lest he suspect thy, tarriance. I, meanwhile, [Exeunt. SCENE III. AN ANTE-CHAMBER IN THE EARL'S PALACE. SIR WALTER D'ARLON and GILBERT MATTHEW. GILBERT MATTHEW. No sooner had his highness reached the palace D'ARION. And me the same. GILBERT MATTHEW. His highness is not happy. D'ARLON. That is likely, But have you any private cause to think it ? GILBERT MATTHEW. I have observed that when he is not happy He sends for me. D'ARLON. And do you mend his mood? GILBERT MATTHEW. Nay, what I can. His highness at such times D'ARLON. 'Tis said that he is counselled oft to that. GILBERT MATTHEW. It is my duty to advise his highness, With neither fear nor favor. As I came, And many of the mean-crafts roamed about And three were knocked upon the head with staves. I knew by that his highness was not happy. I knew I should be sent for. Enter an USHER from an inner chamber. USHER. Ho! Master Gilbert Matthew to his highness. (Re-enters the chamber, followed by GILBERT MATTHEW.) D'ARLON. There's some men of their bloody counsels boast, Enter an ATTENDANT. ATTENDANT. My lord, a gentleman has come in haste D'ARLON. Yes, yes, the man I know, But not the matter that he hath with me. Unless it be some difference with my steward About his quarters. ATTENDANT. Something else than that. Re-enter the USHER. USHER. The Lord of Arlon to his highness. D'ARLON. Well; Say to Van Aeswyn, when I leave the Earl I'll see him. [Exeunt. SCENE V. A CHAMBER IN THE EARL'S PALACE. The EARL and GILBERT MATTHEW. EARL. And thus, if all that we have heard be true, Last night's ill news this morning somewhat betters. There's reason to surmise these granaries Were not destroyed by chance, and the same hand |