Demand me, that they call my father's name. Enter CLARA. CLARA. Was some one here? I thought I heard you speak. Found favor with the audience your ears; ARTEVELDE (as suddenly resuming himself). My fairest, sweetest, best beloved girl! Who in the whole world would protect thy youth CLARA. Gone! where? what ails you, Philip? ARTEVELDE. Nowhere, my love. Well, what hast thou to tell? CLARA. When I came home, on entering the hall he's gone. Why then, quoth I, God speed him; speaking so, To raise their hearts, but they were all-too-heavy. And Philip, to say truth, I could have wished I thought I missed his clatter all night long. CLARA. Old Ursel says the sign proved never false And then she says that Roger was esteemed But twice before; the first time in the night Which proved so fatal in the end, and then ARTEVELDE. Sooner or later, something, it is certain, Must bring men to their graves. Our every act Is death's forerunner. That puzzles us to fix. It is but the date My father lived In that ill-omened office many a year, I am as wise as he. Enough of this. CLARA. I come thence: She is impatiently expecting you. ARTEVELDE. Can she with such impatience flatter one So slothful and obscure as Artevelde? How mean you? CLARA. ARTEVELDE. Clara, know I not your sex? Is she not one of you? Are you not all, All from the shade averse? all prompt and prone To make your idol of the million's idol? Had I been one of these rash White-Hood chiefs, Then might I well believe that she would wait In that unloving humor to abide. CLARA. Go ask her, Philip, ask her whom she loves, Why go you not? ARTEVELDE. My mind is not at ease. Yet I am going to my chamber now, Where let me own an undisturbed half hour Of rumination; - afterward to her. SCENE VII. [Exeunt. THE ENTRANCE HALL OF THE HOUSE VAN MERESTYN. Enter VAN ARTEVELDE, with Attendants. VAN ARTEVELDE. Bear thou these letters to my steward; say I charge me with ten masses for his soul. (To another.) My service to the noble Lord of Occo ; I will return alone. If any come (To the rest.) To seek me at my house, entreat their stay. (They withdraw, and a WAITING-WOMAN enters.) This, if I err not, is the pretty wench That waits upon my lady. What, fair maid! |