ACT THE SECOND. SCENE I. The French Camp before Dover, with a distant View of the Castle. Rejoicing-Enter the FRENCH PRINCE, NEVERS, and BEAUMONT, from the PRINCE's tent. Fr. Pr. Hail to this day, this proud, auspicious day, That sees us peerless lord of England's throne! And much we glory, thus to have acquired These venturous merchants brave for her the seas, And severing waters be but as the streams, Designed to waft these treasures to her shores. Beau. Vast is the work your sword hath here achieved: Yet think, O prince, whereon your triumph stands. I say, we can, we will. The lion's bound In chains; and though he roar, and threat and rage, But do they think, for them we've crossed the seas, And shallow men! to think we would refuse Nev. Sire hither come the leaders of the tribe, Enter SURREY, LINCOLN, and FITZWALTER. Fr. Pr. Most valiant sirs, a gracious welcome, all, Why so long absent in these times of joy? Lin. Prince, we've been watching Dover tower, in hopes Thereon to see the flag of truce displayed. Fitz. Lincoln saith true, and I, sir, will say true. The English scorn those councils to attend, Whereat their voices with contempt are heard. Fr. Pr. Fitzwalter, whence this lack of courtesy: Ye share our bosom's secrets, noble friends. Our herald comes. [Trumpets. Brave English, now attend. Enter a French HERALD. Well, man, doth Hubert own our clemency, Fr. Pr. The fool! did'st thou not say, his master, John, Was dead, and threaten, should he cross our will, Her. My liege, I used Each art persuasive, and each threat, in vain. Fr. Pr. Most insolent! But will the garrison support the slave? Aside. Her. He spoke, my Lord, the general sentiment. The people swore to dash their children down-Their wives, themselves-down yonder steep to death, Ere they betray their king, and yield to France. Fr. Pr. Regard we not This castle-crowned cliff, whose height alone Withstands our conquering arms; but let us march Against the northern lands; and when we've stormed The very temple of the state itself, Sur. Never; no, never shall thy country's genius Pluck down our independence? Sir, thou dream'st; Thou hast infringed thine honour in the thought. Fr. Pr. (Aside.) Such touchy fools!-Why, Surrey, so severe ! "Tis not for friends to peer about for words, Thence to extract some semblance of offence. Thou dost forerun my thought of injury. Nev, Ye testy men, so national, so proud, Will ye for ever thus mistrust our lord? Who rescued you from out oppression's gripe, Who gave you treasures in your time of need, Who clothed your fields with troops, your seas with ships, And set his life at hazard, for your sakes? This gracious prince and now you doubt his And now truth, you thank him with contracted brows, And taunting words, and still more taunting looks. Lin. Nay, good Nevers, thou wrong'st our gratitude. We owe the very being of our cause To his support, and feel the debt we owe. Fr. Pr. Your cause is ours; we have one cause, We claim No recompense but faith and truth, Sur. If faith Be kept with us, faith will be kept with thee. This sword hath sent one tyrant to the dust; Nev. Unruly man, that dares insult his lord, I know thy treachery, know thy changeling mind, Sur. Ha! by heaven! Thou answer'st for that word. [SURREY attempts to draw his sword; FITZWAL TER and LINCOLN interfere. Nev. Nay, nay, thy hand Lay not upon thy sword; burst not with spleen, Sur. Monster, of what? Ah! ha! a death-like freezing through my veins→→→ My wife my child!-peace-(Aside.) Proof of what? Fr. Pr. O friends, Compose this strife: keep your high mettle for We know no tyrant here. (Sawest thou his look? (Aside to BEAUMONT.) Watch Surrey through these times, there's danger in him.) Come, Lords of either kingdom, cousins all, Hence, on for Lincoln; which will soon be ours, And with it all the empire of the north. Beau. These unconnected castles soon will fall, And then our sovereign may enjoy the fruits Of these his labours-dignity and ease. Fr. Pr. Our present fortunes are most pleasing too. Sweet is occasional suspense we deem, When much to hope, and little's left to fear. |