Yet not of silence prove themselves enamoured. But mark you this, Cecile: your grave and wise And buoyant bearing. Would that I were merry! And sparkling fantasies! Oh, all I have, As lives in lively women. Who comes hither? CECILE. 'Tis the old friar; he they sent to England; That ancient man so yellow! By our Lady! He's yellower than he went. Note but his look; His rind's the colour of a mouldy walnut. FATHER JOHN. This tent is his? ELENA. It is. FATHER JOHN. And likewise yours.-(Aside.) Yea, this is as I heard ; A wily woman hither sent from France. Alas! alas! how frail the state of man! How weak the strongest ! This is such a fall As Sampson suffered. CECILE (aside to ELENA). How the friar croaks! What is he gibbering? ELENA. May we not deem Your swift return auspicious? Sure it denotes A prosperous mission? FATHER JOHN. What I see and hear Of sinful courses, and of nets and snares Encompassing the feet of them that once Were steadfast deemed, speaks only to my heart That Father John is come? Ah here he is. Give me your hand, good Father! For your news, No strange impatience; for your every word Must touch me in the quick. FATHER JOHN. FATHER JOHN. My lord, Such councillors I abjure. My function speaks, Nor will he bless them now. An angry eye Thou shalt have put away the evil thing. This in her presence will I say ELENA. Oh God! FATHER JOHN. That whilst a foreign leman ARTEVELDE. Spare her, Father. To me say what thou wilt. FATHER JOHN. Thus then it is: This foreign tie is not to Heaven alone Displeasing, but to those on whose firm faith Rests under Heaven your all ; It is offensive to your army-nay |