Con. They'll not come near enough. Again--there are Who dare arraign your prowess, and assert A churchman's energies were better spent In pulpits than the tented field. Now mark-- Mark, what a door is opened. Give but scope To this her huge capacity for sainthood-- Set her, a burning and a shining light To all your people--Such a sacrifice, Such loan to God of your own flesh and blood, Will silence envious tongues, and prove you wise For the next world as for this; will clear your name From calumnies which argue worldliness; Buy of itself the joys of paradise; And clench your lordship's interest with the pontiff. Bishop. Well, well, we'll think on't. Con. Sir, I doubt you not. [Re-enter Elizabeth.] Eliz. Uncle, I am determined. Bishop. So am I. You shall to Marpurg with this holy man. Eliz. Ah, there you speak again like my own uncle. I'll go--to rest [aside] and die. I only wait To see the bones of my beloved laid In some fit resting-place. A messenger Proclaims them near. O God! Bishop. We'll go, my child, And meeting them with all due honour, show In our own worship, honourable minds. [Exit Elizabeth.] A messenger! How far off are they, then? Serv. Some two days' journey, sir. Bishop. Two days' journey, and nought prepared? Here, chaplain--Brother Hippodamas! Chaplain, I say! [Hippodamas enters.] Call the apparitor--ride off with him, right and left-- Don't wait even to take your hawk--Tell my knights to be with me, with all their men-at-arms, at noon on the second day. Let all be of the best, say--the brightest of arms and the newest of garments. Mass! we must show our smartest before these crusaders--they'll be full of new fashions, I warrant 'em--the monkeys that have seen the world. And here, boy [to a page], set me a stoup of wine in the oriel-room, and another for this good monk. Con. Pardon me, blessedness--but holy rule-- Bishop. Oh! I forgot.--A pail of water and a peck of beans for the holy man!--Order up my equerry, and bid my armourer--vestryman, I mean--look out my newest robes.--Plague on this gout. [Exeunt, following the Bishop.] SCENE IV The Nave of Bamberg Cathedral. A procession entering the West Door, headed by Elizabeth and the Bishop, Nobles, etc. Religious bearing the coffin which encloses Lewis's bones. 1st Lady. See! the procession comes--the mob streams in At every door. Hark! how the steeples thunder Their solemn bass above the wailing choir. 2d Lady. They will stop at the screen. Knight. And there, as I hear, open the coffin. Push forward, ladies, to that pillar: thence you will see all. 1st Peas. Oh dear! oh dear! If any man had told me that I should ride forty miles on this errand, to see him that went out flesh come home grass, like the flower of the field! 2d Peas. We have changed him, but not mended him, say I, friend.