The Surrender of Calais: A Play, in Three Acts
SCENE IV.
_Calais._
_A Gate, leading out of the Town._
_Enter CITIZENS._
_1 Cit._ Stand back; they are coming.
_3 Cit._ Nay, my masters, they will not forth, this quarter of an hour. Men seldom move lightly on such a heavy occasion.
_4 Cit._ Who are the two others that have filled up the number?
_3 Cit._ Marry, two more of old Eustache's family. His own son; and the other, as 'tis rumoured, a relation, in the town, that few of us are acquainted withal.
_4 Cit._ That's strange.
_3 Cit._ Why, ay; but when a man chuses a rope for his preferment, few are found envious enough to dispute the title with him.--By the rood! here they come!
_Enter EUSTACHE de ST. PIERRE, RIBAUMONT, LA GLOIRE, JOHN D'AIRE, J. WISSANT, P. WISSANT, going to execution: a Procession of SOLDIERS, FRIARS, NUNS, &c. accompanying them.--A solemn March; then, a Halt._
_Ribau._ I pr'ythee, peace, Eustache! I fain would 'scape Observance from the rabble. Hurry o'er This irksome march; and straightway to the camp.
_Eust._ Enough--Set forth! We are engaged, my friends, Upon a business here, which most, I wot, Do think of moment; and we would not waste The time in idle ceremony. On!-- Ere we are usher'd to the English camp, And most of you, I trust, will follow thither,-- We will bestow the little time allow'd us In manly leave-taking. Strike, and set onward!
_Citizens._ Bless our countrymen! Bless our deliverers!
GLEE.--_By the Persons of the Procession._
_Peace to the heroes! peace! who yield their blood,_ _And perish, nobly, for their country's good!_ _Peace to their noble souls! their bodies die;_ _Their fame shall flourish long in memory;_ _Recorded still, in future years,_ _Green in a nation's gratitude, and tears._
CHORUS.
_Sound! sound in solemn strains, and slow!_ _Dully beat the muffled drum!_ _Bid the hollow trumpet blow,_ _In deaden'd tones, clear, firm, and low;--_ _For, see! the patriot heros come!_
[_Towards the End of the Chorus, the Characters proceed on their March out of the Town; and when the last Persons of the Procession are going through the Gates, the Curtain drops._
ACT THE THIRD.