A ws nothing yet Jands. to yourself, Patience, Clara, knight discern not, my love. en peace comes, dearest; on to bower and hall, nd for his brow Such things Nobly said. nd hope your aid D'ARLON. Sir, it is not for me to say you nay In your own town, with not a man to back me; That all is honourably meant; for else I scarce should miss to find a future time Depart! what's this? What's all the coil about? Depart! aye truly, Nay Clara, nay, be not so troubled. ARTEVELDE. You see the humour she is of, my lord; There But be my sins confess'd, the fault is mine. What could I less but let her have her will She still has found me, and knows nothing yet You, if you e'er should take her to yourself, In rain and lightning; let him not, my love. CLARA (weeping). When will he come again? ARTEVELDE. When peace comes, dearest; We'll make him welcome then to bower and hall, And thou shalt twine a garland for his brow D'ARLON. Be pacified, sweet Clara; dry your tears. Shall jar no string between us. Such things ARTEVELDE. Nobly said. I leave her in your hands, and hope your aid For bringing her to reason. D'ARLON. I entreat One word in private with you ere we part. Who craves to see you instantly: another ARTEVELDE (after a pause). Ha! Lord Occo, saidst thou? tell me, what of him! I will attend the Lord of Occo first, And Van den Bosch shall find me at my house Some half hour hence. How look we, sir, abroad? CAPTAIN. The citizens are trooping to the Stadt-House. 'Tis said Sir Simon and Sir Guisebert pass From door to door incessantly. ARTEVELDE. To beg? CAPTAIN. To gain a strong attendance. ARTEVELDE. Wo the while! A bear, a fiddle, and a pair of monkeys, Had sped the service better. |