Shame on you, cowards! what! do you know me!
Back, villains ! will you suffocate your lord ?
Back, or I'll stab you with my dagger. Oh!
Give me but space to breathe! Now God forgive me !
What have I done ? - why such a death ? - why thus -
Oh! for a wound as wide as famine's mouth,
To make a soldier's passage for my soul !
[Exit VAN ARTEVELDE, borne along in the rout towards the bridge .)