SCENE VIII. A RISING GROUND, ENTRENCHED AND STRONGLY GUARDED, IN THE REAR OF THE FRENCH HOST. The KING attended by the LORDS of Coucy and PoicTIERS, the BASTard of St. Poule, &c. MESSENGERS arriving and departing. THE KING. Here comes another-well sir-tell me e-what? MESSENGER. Sire, when Van Artevelde had crossed the bridge— THE LORD OF COUCY. What crossed the bridge alive? THE KING. Well, well; what then? MESSENGER. He poured himself upon the Breton flank, Who hastened to the spot; and there it is That now the battle rages. THE KING. Ho! my horse! My lords, do you your pleasures; it is mine THE LORD OF POICTIERS. Where I was on the right; but coming hither Borne wounded to the rear, and learnt from him That Artevelde was living, proof whereof He bore upon his body, for his wounds Were got in fighting with him hand to hand. THE KING. My horse! I'll fight him hand to hand myself! Stay you, my lords, or go; I mount my horse. THE LORD OF COUCY. Have with your grace! I cannot blame you much, A PART OF THE FIELD ON THE WESTERN SIDE OF THE LIS. VAN ARTEVELDE attended by several OFFICERS and PAGES. ARTEVELDE. Who's here? Fly, Sibrand, to the further left ; Bid Eversdyk and Alphen wheel their force Thou to the rear De Roo, and bid Van Ryk Keep open passage on the bridge. Thou, Paul Enter a Second MESSENGer. SECOND MESSENGER. Roosdyk, my lord, is dying of his wounds. ARTEVELDE. I cannot help it. Keep the causeway clear, [Exeunt. SCENE X. ANOTHER PART OF THE FIELD STILL ON THE WESTERN SIDE OF THE LIS. THE DUKE OF BURGUNDY, SIR FLEUREANT OF HEURLEE and Followers. DUKE OF BURGUNDY. Another charge like that—ill-sorted knaves! They stumbled on each other, each by each Pegged in and pinioned. Now they're loose enough. Another charge-they scurry to Mount Dorre. What wait we for? SIR FLEUREANT. Truly the cask rings hollow; Yea, sir, the wine is spilt that made them bold. Lo! yonder goes the king. DUKE OF BURGUNDY. What! breaking bounds! He must not be before us. Scale the hill. [Exeunt. SCENE XI. ANOTHER PART OF THE FIELD, ON THE SAME SIDE OF THE LIS, NEAR THE BRIDGE. VAN ARTEVELDE and VAN RYK. ARTEVELDE. I bleed, Van Ryk. Can any thing be done? |