Hugh. Thank God, he had not!
(A trumpet sounds without.)
Hark! martial notice of some high approach!
(To Attendants.) Go to the gate.
[Exeunt Attendants.
El. Who may it be? This castle is remote
From every route which armed leaders take.
Enter a Servant.
Ser. The banneret of Basle is at the gate.
Hugh. Is he in force?
Ser. Yes, thro' the trees his distant bands are seen
Some hundreds strong, I guess; tho' with himself
Two followers only come.
Enter Hartman attended.
Hugh. Forgive me, banneret, if I receive thee
With more surprise than courtesy. How is it?
Com'st thou in peace.
Hart. To you, my Lord, I frankly will declare
The purpose of my coming: having heard it,
It is for you to say if I am come,
As much I wish, in peace.
(To El.) Countess, your presence much emboldens me
To think it so shall be.
Hugh. (impatiently.) Proceed, I beg.
When burghers gentle courtesy affect,
It chafes me more than all their sturdy boasting.
