Nay, press not on me, friends; I see ye weep, Which ye did never for your past mischances. But shall be disburthen'd of your griefs ye The rather than disheartened by these tears; (He passes through the crowd, which dis- SCENE IV. THE VESTIBULE OF THE CHURCH OF ST. NICHOLAS. At the extreme end of it, VAN RYK is seen keeping guard over the door which gives access to the church tower. In front, CLARA appears, followed at a little distance by VAN AESWYN. CLARA. Still he pursues me; but I will not bear it. How now, Sir Squire? whom seek you AESWYN. With your leave, I have an errand for your private ear. CLARA. My private ear! I have no private ear! My ears will not be private. AESWYN. To pardon my presumption. I beseech you CLARA. Nay, go to; It is not past forgiveness; no, no, no, I freely pardon you. And were I but permitted to speak out All that he bade me say— CLARA. That he what he? AESWYN. The Lord of Arlon, madam. CLARA. Lord of what? AESWYN. Sir Walter, Lord of Arlon. CLARA. Oh! Sir Walter,— Sir Walter D'Arlon—a good knight, they say: AESWYN. There's here a bench; If you'll be seated: for you look so pale I fear you're ill. CLARA. Oh, never mind the bench ; No, I can stand—I think—well then, I'll sit. So now, your errand ? AESWYN. The Lord of Arlon, madam, Imparted to me that of all the griefs That Fortune had allotted him, was none But this reflection stung him to the heart, And each success in which he might have triumph'd A man whose heart resents his handiwork, CLARA. Alas, poor D'Arlon! but I cannot help him. AESWYN. Himself thinks otherwise; he bade me say Till it shall please you to permit his suit. CLARA. I tell thee, never. I a fugitive! Whilst Philip lives and holds the city out, AESWYN. With your leave, I would make bold to ask you if your absence, CLARA. Oh no, sir, you mistake: we two have grown Out of the self-same stock; we've shared alike The sun and shower and all that Heaven hath sent us; I've loved him much and quarrell'd with him oft, And all our loves and quarrels past are links |