Vand.  All angers are not armd; the lowdest Channell Runs shallowest, and there betrayes his weaknes:  The deep & silent man threatens the danger.

Or.  If they had equall powre to man their wills
And hope, to fling their miseries upon us,
I that nere feard an Army in the feild,
A body of most choice and excellent Soldiers
And led by Captaines honourd for experience: 
Can I feare them or shake at their poore whispers? 
I that have broke the beds of Mutenies
And bowde againe to faire obedience
Those stubborne necks that burst the raynes of order,
Shall I shrinck now and fall, shot with a rumour? 
No, my good Lords, those vollyes never fright me;
Yet, not to seeme remisse or sleep secure here,
I have taken order to prevent their angers;
I have sent Patents[182] out for the choicest Companies
Hether to be remov’d:  first, Collonell Veres
From Dort; next Sir Charles Morgans, a stowt Company;
And last my Cosens, the Count Ernests Company: 
With theis I doubt not to make good our busines;
They shall not find us babes.

Bred.  You are nobely provident.

Vand.  And now proceed when it please you, and what you thinck fit We shall subscribe to all.

Or.  I thanck your Honours.  Call in the Captaine of my Guard.

Serv.  Hee’s here, Sir.

    Enter Captaine.

Or.  Harck in your eare.

Cap.  I shall, Sir.

Or.  Doe it wisely And without tumult.

Cap.  I observe your Grace.

Or.  Now take your rest, my lords:  for what care followes Leave it to me.

All.  We wish it all succes, Sir.

[Exeunt.

SCAENA 3.

    Enter Barnavelt (in his studdy).

Bar.  This from the King of Fraunce, of much importance,
And this from Englands Queene, both mightie Princes
And of immortall memories:  here the Rewards sett,—­
They lou’d me both.  The King of Swechland this,
About a Truyce; his bounty, too.  What’s this? 
From the Elector Palatine of Brandenburge,
To doe him faire and acceptable offices: 
I did so; a rich iewell and a chaine he sent me. 
The Count of Solems, and this from his faire Countess
About compounding of a busines: 
I did it and I had their thancks.  Count Bentham,
The Archbishop of Cullen, Duke of Brunswick,
Grave Embden:  theis from Citties, theis from Provinces;
Petitions theis; theis from the States for places. 
Have I held correspondence with theis Princes,
And had their loves, the molding of their busines,
Trusted with their most secreat purposes? 
Of every State acquainted with the misteries?