themselves mixed up with such fellows.  The honest burgesses began to be less frightened at the threats and more angry at the excesses of the butchers.  The advocate-general, Juvenal des Ursins, had several times called without being received at the Hotel d’Artois, but one night the Duke of Burgundy sent for him, and asked him what he thought of the position.  “My lord,” said the magistrate, “do not persist in always maintaining that you did well to have the Duke of Orleans slain; enough mischief has come of it to make you agree that you were wrong.  It is not to your honor to let yourself be guided by flayers of beasts and a lot of lewd fellows.  I can guarantee that a hundred burgesses of Paris, of the highest character, would undertake to attend you everywhere, and do whatever you should bid them, and even lend you money if you wanted it.”  The duke listened patiently, but answered that he had done no wrong in the case of the Duke of Orleans, and would never confess that he had.  “As to the fellows of whom you speak,” said he, “I know my own business.”  Juvenal returned home without much belief in the duke’s firmness.  He himself, full of courage as he was, durst not yet declare himself openly.  The thought of all this occupied his mind incessantly, sleeping and waking.  One night, when he had fallen asleep towards morning, it seemed to him that a voice kept saying, Surgite cum sederitis, qui manducatis panem doloris (Rise up from your sitting, ye who eat the bread of sorrow).  When he awoke, his wife, a good and pious woman, said to him, “My dear, this morning I heard some one saying to you, or you pronouncing in a dream, some words that I have often read in my Hours;” and she repeated them to him.  “My dear,” answered Juvenal, “we have eleven children, and consequently great cause to pray God to grant us peace; let us hope in Him, and He will help us.”  He often saw the Duke of Berry.  “Well, Juvenal,” the old prince would say to him, “shall this last forever?  Shall we be forever under the sway of these lewd fellows?” “My lord,” Juvenal would answer, “hope we in God; yet a little while and we shall see them confounded and destroyed.”

Nor was Juvenal mistaken.  The opposition to the yoke of the Burgundians was daily becoming more and more earnest and general.  The butchers attempted to stein the current; but the carpenters took sides against them, saying, “We will see which are the stronger in Paris, the hewers of wood or the fellers of oxen.”  The parliament, the exchequer-chamber, and the Hotel-de-Ville demanded peace; and the shouts of Peace! peace! resounded in the streets.  A great crowd of people assembled on the Greve; and thither the butchers came with their company of about twelve hundred persons, it is said.  They began to speak against peace, but could not get a hearing.  “Let those who are for it go to the right,” shouted a voice, “and those who are against it to the left!” But the adversaries of peace durst