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 cho