"So be it; I do not like to talk of your folly."
"You see we want provisions."
"Yes, and I have thought of a method of getting them."
"What is it?"
"I cannot leave here until I have certain news of the army—for the position is good, and I could defend myself against five times our number: but I may send out a body of scouts, and they will bring news and provisions also, for Flanders is a fine country."
"Not very, brother."
"I speak of it as God made it, and not men, who eternally spoil the works of God. Do you know, Henri, what folly this prince committed—what this unlucky Francois has lost through pride and precipitation? His soul is gone to God, so let us be silent; but in truth he might have acquired immortal glory and one of the most beautiful kingdoms in Europe, while he has, on the contrary, aided no one but William of Orange. But do you know, Henri, that the Antwerpians fought well?"
"And you also; so they say, brother."
"Yes, it was one of my good days; and besides there was something that excited me."
"What was it?"