_Enter LA GLOIRE._ Now, La Gloire! what is the news? _La Gloire._ Good faith, my lord, the saddest that ever tongue told! _Ribau._ What is't? _La Gloire._ The town has surrendered. _Ribau._ I guessed as much. _La Gloire._ Upon conditions. _Ribau._ What are they? _La Gloire._ Very scurvy ones, my lord.--To save the city from sacking, six citizens must swing for it, in Edward's camp. But four have yet been found; and they are---- _Ribau._ Who? _La Gloire._ Oh lord!--all of my own family.--There's John d'Aire, Jacque, and Pierre Wissant; my three good cousins german, my lord: and the fourth, who was the first that offered, is--is---- _Ribau._ Who, La Gloire? _La Gloire._ [_Wiping his Eyes._] I crave your pardon, my lord, for being thus unsoldier-like; but 'tis--'tis my own father. _Ribau._ Eustache! _La Gloire._ He, my lord! He! old Eustache de St. Pierre:--the honestest, kindliest soul!--I cannot talk upon't.--Grief plays the hangman with me, and has almost choked me already. _Ribau._ Why, I am courted to't.--The time, example, Do woo me to my very wish.--Come hither. Two, it should seem, are wanting, to complete The little band of those brave men, who die To save their fellows. _La Gloire._ Ay, my lord. There is a meeting upon't, half an hour hence, in the market-place. _Ribau._ Mark me, La Gloire: and see, that you obey me, Ev'n to the very letter of my orders. They are the last, perhaps, my honest fellow, I e'er shall give thee. Seek thy father out, And tell him this from me: his gallant bearing Doth school his betters; I have studied o'er His noble lesson, and have learnt my duty. Say, he will find me in the market-place, Disguised in humble seeming; and I fain Would pass for one allied to him: and thence-- Dost mark me well?--I will along with him, Ev'n hand in hand, to death. _La Gloire._ My lord,--I--I--[_Bursts into tears, falls on his Knees, takes hold of RIBAUMONT's Hand, and kisses it._]--I shall lose my father; when he was gone, I looked you would have been my father. The thought of still serving you was a comfort to me.--You are my commander; and I hope I have, hitherto, never disobeyed orders; but, if I now deliver your message, drum me out for ingratitude, as the greatest rascal that ever came into a regiment. _Ribau._ Pr'ythee, no more, La Gloire? I am resolved;-- My purpose fix'd. It would be bitter to thee, To see me die in anger with thee: therefore, Do thou my bidding; close thy service up, In duty to my will. Go, find thy father; I will prepare within the while.--Obey me,-- Or the last look from thy expiring master, Darting reproach, shall burst thy heart in twain. Mark, and be punctual! [_Exit._ _La Gloire._ O, the Virgin! Why was I ever attached to man, woman, or child? _Enter EUSTACHE de ST. PIERRE._ _Eust._ Where's thy commander, boy--Count Ribaumont? _La Gloire._ O father!----