Sens. I greatly hope it. As I think, to-morrow, Or I mistook the king, they'll all be here. Ath. With early day, the instant we arriv'd, A numerous party, led by Ribemont, Came up and join'd us. Those the Dauphin brings, Our last division, are to march by night; We may expect them with to-morrow's dawn. Sens. See! Ribemont is here. Enter RIBEMONT. Rib. Why, this looks wellHere's bustle, expedition!-once again We shine in arms, and wear a face of war. Sens. Oh, may they never be again laid down, Till England is repaid with all the plagues Her sons have brought on France! My eager soul, As does the fever'd lip for moisture, longs To see destruction overwhelm that people. Rib. Indulge no guilty hatred, rev'rend lord; For fair report, and, let me add, experience, Picture them lovely to impartial judgment. The world allows they're valiant, gen'rous, wise, Endow'd with all that dignifies our nature; While, for their monarch-we'll appeal to facts, And sure they speak him wonderful indeed I "Did not Germania's ermin'd princes meet, “And, as the most renown'd, the first of men, "Elect great Edward to imperial sway ? "While he, sublime in ever-conscious glory, Disdaining rule but on his native throne, "Saw sovereigns offer vassalage in vain. Is not this monarch you would make a god, Rib. A foe he is, but he's a noble foe! I know his worth, and therefore will I speak it. To meet in fight this Third King Edward's sword: Took from his brow this string of orient wealth, Forgetting that my sword had aim'd his slaughter, Sens. Detested boast !—Ambition's taint, my lord, So warps, so biasses the soldier's judgment Rib. Ha, biasses !-I tell thee, priest, ambitionWhen was it wanting in a churchman's soul? More odious there, and more pernicious far, Than when it fires the warrior's breast to glory. But, down, my rage-Your office should be peace ful Your habit's sacred -Let your speech be suited. Sens. Reproving sir, you think you rail secure, And so secure remain; howe'er, your cause Might bring ev'n your allegiance into question. Rib. Said'st thou allegiance ?-What a vile resort! And would thy jaundic'd malice stain my fame? But loyalty, long prov'd, dares bid defiance To all the base perversion of thy tongue. I praise my foes, because they merit praise : I'll praise them to the king, and after fight them. My soul disdains such narrow-hearted spleen, As owns no excellence beyond a tribe, Or hates, from envy, all superior merit. Ath. Forbear, my lord; consider you're enrag'd With one whose function does forbid revenge. Rib. Why does the meddling priest provoke re sentment? Let him obey that function; preach repentance The cringing minions of corrupted courts, [Exit. Ath. Forgive him, good my lord; brave Ribemont Is all the warrior, bold above restraint; Of nature noble, but unpolish'd manners. [Aside. Sens. I do forgive him-Yet a time may come Ath. Sir, go we to the presence? Sens. I attend you. Ath. There grant, ye pow'rs! our counsels may procure This kingdom's safety, and its peace insure : In one brave action may our arms succeed, ACT II. SCENE 1. The English Camp. Enter SALISBURY and CHANDOS, meeting. Chandos. GOOD-morrow, Salisbury, yon rising sun, As was your wish, beholds us here encamp'd Sal. Noble Chandos, It was my wish; a wish for England's honour. C To Frenchmen, whom so much we've aw'd and hum bled, Methinks I would not give the least pretence For arrogance and boasting. Enter WARWICK. War. Valiant lords, Wild consternation reigns! Our scouts have brought By sudden, secret marches, they have drawn Sal. Why then we'll fight them. War. Most fatal was our yesterday's advice, But 'tis his highness' will we straight to counsel: Haste, good my lords, for on a single hour, Perhaps a minute, now our fate depends. Sal. I'll not believe the French will dare attack us, How great soe'er their numbers. But with words We will not waste the time that may be precious; Then to the prince's tent, my lords, away. [Exeunt. SCENE II. Changes to a private Tent. Enter ARNOLD, leading MARIANA. Arn. Now, lovely captive, wilt thou doubly tri umph! |