Gro.  ’Tis like yourself, Like Barnavelt, and in that all is spoken.

Leid.  I can do something in the State of Utrecht,
And you shall find the place of Secretarie,
Which you conferd upon me there, shall be,
When you employ me, usefull.

Gro.  All I am
You know you may commaund:  Ile nere enquire
What ’tis you goe about, but trust your counsailes
As the Auncients did their Oracles.

Mod.  Though I speak
Not as a flatterer, but a friend, propound
What may not prejudice the State, and I
Will goe as far as any.

    Enter 2 Captaines.

Bar.  To all my service:[143] Ere long you shall know more.—­What are theis?

Leid.  Captaines That raild upon the Comissary.

Bar.  I remember.

1 Cap.  Why, you dare charge a foe i’the head of his troope,
And shake you to deliver a petition
To a statesman and a frend?

2 Cap.  I need not seek him,
He has found me; and, as I am a soldier,
His walking towards me is more terrible
Then any enemies march I ever mett with.

1 Cap.  We must stand to it.

Bar.  You, Sir, you?

2 Cap.  My Lord.

Bar.  As I use this I waigh you:  you are he
That when your Company was viewd and checkd
For your dead paies,[144] stood on your termes of honour,
Cryde out “I am a Gentleman, a Commaunder,
And shall I be curbd by my lords the States,”
(For thus you said in scorne) “that are but Merchants,
Lawyers, Apothecaries, and Physitians,
Perhaps of worser ranck”?  But you shall know, Sir,
They are not such, but Potentates and Princes
From whom you take pay.

1 Cap.  This indeed is stately:  Statesmen, d’you call ’em?

2 Cap.  I beseech your Lordship:  ’Twas wine and anger.

Bar.  No, Sir; want of dutie: 
But I will make that tongue give him the lye
That said soe, drunck or sober; take my word for’t. 
Your Compaine is cast:  you had best complaine
To your Great Generall, and see if he
Can of himself maintaine you,—­Come, Modes-bargen.

[Exeunt Barnavelt, Modes-bargen, and Grotius,

Leid.  I am sorry for you, Captaine, but take comfort: 
I love a Soldier, and all I can doe
To make you what you were, shall labour for you. 
And so, good morrow, Gentlemen.
          
                                [Exit.

1 Cap.  Yet theres hope; For you have one friend left.

2 Cap.  You are deceivd, Sir, And doe not know his nature that gave promise Of his assistance.

1 Cap.  Who is’t?