Hunt.  We have no powder, Sir.

Mod.  You have sold me, Rogues, betrayd me:  fire the Cart, I say, Or heave it into th’ Moat.

Hunt.  We have not men enough.  Will ye goe in? the Cuntry will rise presently, And then you shall see, Sir, how wee’ll buckle with ’em.

Mod.  I see I am undon:  the[180] hay choakes all, I cannot get beside it.

    Enter Captaine & Soldiers.

Cap.  Stir not a foote,
For he that do’s has mett his preist.—­Goe, ceize his body,
But hurt him not.  You must along with us, Sir: 
We have an easie nag will swym away with ye,—­
You ghesse the cause, I am sure.  When you are ith’ saddle once,
Let your Boores loose; we’ll show ’em such a baste. 
Do not deiect yourself nor rayle at fortune;
They are no helpes:  thincke what you have to answeare.

Mod.  Captaine, within this Castle in ready coyne I have a thousand ducketts:  doe me one curtesie, It shalbe brought out presently.

Cap.  What is it?  For I have use of money.

Mod.  Doe but shoot me, Clap both your Pistolls into me.

Cap.  No, I thanck ye,
I know a trick worth ten o’that:  ile love ye
And bring ye to those men that love to see ye. 
Away, away; and keepe your pistolls spand still: 
We may be forced.

Mod.  I am undon for ever.

[Exeunt.

SCAENA 2.

Enter Orange, Bredero, Vandort.

Bred.  Is’t possible he should be so far tempted[181] To kill himself?

Vand.  ’Has don it and most desperately, Nor could strong nature stay his hand,—­his owne Child That slept beside him:  which showes him guilty, lords, More then we suspected.

Or.  ’Tis to be feard soe
And therefore, howsoere I movd your lordships
To a mild and sweet proceeding in this busines,
That nothing might be construde in’t malitious
And make the world believe our owne ends wrought it,
Now it concernes ye to put on more strictnes
And with seveerer eyes to looke into it: 
Ye robb yourselves of your owne rightes els, Justice,
And loose those pious names your Cuntries safeties. 
And sodainely this must be don and constantly: 
The powrs ye hold els wilbe scornd & laughd at,
And theis unchristian stroakes be laid to your charge.

Bred.  Your Grace goes right; but with what generall safetie
(For ther’s the mayne point), if we proceed seveerely
May this be don?  We all know how much followed
And with what swarmes of love this Mounsieur Barnavelt
Is courted all the Cuntry over.  Besides, at Leyden
We heare how Hogerbeets behaves himself,
And how he stirrs the peoples harts against us. 
And Grotius has byn heard to say, and openly,
(A man of no meane mark nor to be slighted)
That if we durst imprison Barnavelt
He would fire the Court and State-house, and that Sacrifize
He would make more glorious with your blood and ours, Sir.