Or.  Now, Mounseuir Leidenberge you may se openly
The issues of your desperate undertakings,
And your good helpes, myne Heeires; now you must feele too,
And to your greifes, what the deserts of those are
That boldly dare attempt their Cuntries ruyn
And who we serve, how faithfully and honestly
You must and shall confes too:  not to blind ends
Hood-winckt with base ambition, such as yours are,
But to the generall good.—­Let[164] theis new Companies
March by us through the Market, so to the Guard house,
And there disarme;—­wee’ll teach ye true obedience;—­
Then let ’em quitt the Towne, hansom swag fellowes
And fitt for fowle play.

Leiut.  Theis are but heavy marches.

Or.  They wilbe lighter straight, when they are unfurnishd You put your trust in theis; you have tall defences,—­ Treason maintaind with heresie, fitt weapons!  —­So now disarme the Towne:  wee’ll plant new Governours!

Leid.  Will your Grace be pleasd to heare?

Or.  Yes, at the Hage, Sir, Till when bethinck you of your acts and answeares, For there before the generall State—­Where’s Modesbargen?

Cap.  He left the Towne two daies agoe.

Or.  A guilty feare,
But we shall fright him worsse.  Good order take
For the Towne, and what fitt Garrison to leave in’t. 
We are homeward bound, where we shall make you wellcom,
You have instructed us in what free fashion. 
Come, Gentlemen, let’s now goe take our rest: 
Prowd confidence is but a foole at best.

[Exeunt.

Actus Tercius.

SCAENA PRIMA.

    Enter Bredero, Vandort.[165]

Bre.  Myne Heire Vandort, what thinck ye of the Prince now?

Vandort.  Like a true noble Gentlemen he has borne himself And a faire fortunate Soldier:  I hold the State, Sir, Most happie in his care, and this torne Cuntry, Whose wounds smart yet, most bound to his deliveraunce.

Bre.  ’Tis certaine his proceedings in this busines,
As in all els, have byn most wise and constant
And waited on with full wingd Expedition: 
How many Townes armd with theis new Pretenders,
Stird up and steeld by founders of new doctrines,
The collour to their Cause, hath he (and sodainely)
Disarmd againe and setled in obedience,
And without bloodshed, Lords, without the Sword
And those Calamities that shake a kingdom: 
So gently and without noyse he has performd this
As if he had don it in a dreame.

Vand.  Most certaine,
He has run through a busines will much add to him
And set his vertues of with greater Lustre: 
But that a man so wise as Mounseiur Barnavelt,
So trusted, so rewarded for his Service,
And one that built the ladder to his honour
Of open, honest actions, strong and straight still,
Should now be doubted!