Or.  Call in the Captaine You saw me speake with at the dore.

Off.  ’Tis don. [Exit.

Bred.  What does your Excellence ayme at?

Or.  Have but patience, You shall know sodainely.

    Enter Captaine.[171]

Cap.  My good Angell keepe me And turne it to the best.—­What am I sent for?

Or.  You are wellcom, Captaine; nay ’tis for your good That you are calld for.  You are well acquainted With all the parts of Germanie?

Cap.  I have livd there.  Most of my time.

Or.  But doe you know the Castle Belonging to Modesbargens Aunt or Cosen,—­ Which ’tis I know not?

Cap.  Very well, my Lord; A pleasant Cuntry ’tis, and yeilds good hunting.

Bred.  And that’s a sport Modesbargen from his youth Was much inclind to.

Or.  Wee’ll make use of it.  It is of waight that you must undertake, And does require your secrecie and care.

Cap.  In both I wilbe faithfull.

Or.  I beleeve you;
And, to confirme it, with all possible speed
I would have you to post thether:  from the Borders
Make choice of any horsemen you thinck fitt,
And, when you come there, devide them into parties
And lodge neere to the Castle.  Yf Modesbargen
Come forth to hunt, or if at any time
You find the draw-bridge up, break in upon him
And willing or unwilling force him hether. 
You shall have gold to furnish you, and this don
Propose your owne rewards, they shalbe graunted.

Cap.  Yf I be wanting let my head pay for it; Ile instantly about it. [Exit.

Or.  Doe, and prosper.

Will.  What will you do with Leidenberge?

Bred.  Let him be
Kept safe a while:  for Barnavelt, till we have
Some certaine proofes against him, I hold fitt
He have his libertie, but be suspended
From any place or voice in Court untill
His guilt or inocence appeere.

Vand.  I like it.

Lords.  We are all of your opinion.

Or.  Bring in Leidenberch.

    Enter Leidenberch, Boy, Guard.

Boy.  Doe all theis, father, wayt on you?

Leid.  Yes, Boy.

Boy.  Indeed I doe not like their Countenaunces; They looke as if they meant you litle good.  Pray you, put them away.

Leid.  Alas, poore inocent,
It is for thee I suffer; for my self
I have set up my rest.

Or.  Now, Mounseiur Leidenberch,
We send not for you, though your fault deserve it,
To load you with reproofe, but to advise you
To make use of the way we have found out
To save your life and honour.  You already,
In free confession of your fault, have made
A part of satisfaction; goe on in it,
And you shall find a faire discovery
Of youre fowle purposes and th’agents in ’em
Will wyn more favour from theyr lordships to you
Then any obstinate deniall can doe.