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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—what?
Messenger.
Sire, when Van Artevelde had cross'd the bridge—
Coucy.
What! cross'd the bridge alive?
The King.
Well, well; what then?
Messenger.
He poured himself upon the Breton flank,
Which stumbled back a step, but rallied soon,
Spurr'd by the Lords of Saimpi and St. Just
Who hasten'd to the spot; and there it is
That now the battle rages.
The King.
Ho! my horse!
My Lords, do you your pleasure; it is mine
To get upon my horse and take what's going.
Poictiers.
Your Grace should bear in mind—another! See!
Enter a second Messenger.
The King.
Whence com'st thou? speak.
Second Messenger.
Sire, I was sent to say
Van Artevelde was kill'd—so went the cry
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The knight of Saimpi did I jump withal
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.
Coucy.
Have with your Grace! I cannot blame you much,
Though you shall fret your uncles.
The King.
By St. Denis
Rather than stay I'll fight my uncles too.
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