Son.  I wonder how he got that speritt, Sir, to dye soe?

Bar.  He was a weak man, indeed, but he has redeemd it:  There be some other I could wish of his mind.  Do’st thinck they dare doe any thing now.

Son.  ’Troth, I thinck not, Sir.

Bar.  No, Boy, I warrant thee; they make great soundes, But mark what followes.  Prethee, let’s be merry, I want it much.

Son.  I am glad to see you so, Sir.

    Enter Servant.

Bar.  I cannot be above two daies from Councell, I know their wants.  How now, what haste?

Serv.  O, Sir, ye are undon; We have lost ye.

Bar.  Ha!

Serv.  For ever lost ye.

Bar.  Why?

[Serv.] The Captaine of the Guard, the Princes Captaine—­

Bar.  Where? how?

Enter Wife & Daughter.

Serv.  Is broken in now upon us.

Wife.  He will not be denyde.  O, my deare Husband!  The cruell Princes Captaine!

[Captaine within.

Cap.  Ope the dore; Wee’ll force it els, and all that dare resist us Wee’ll put to th’Sword.

Bar.  Open the dore:  farewell, Wiffe; Goe to the French Embassadour presently; There’s all my hope.  To him make knowne my misery, Wooe him with teares, with praires:  this kisse; be happie.

Wife.  O, we shall never see ye more!

[Exeunt Wife and Daughter.

Enter Captaine & others.

Bar.  Away!—­ You Instrument of blood, why doe ye seeke us?  I have knowne the day you have wayted like a suppliant And those knees bended as I past.  Is there no reverence Belonging to me left now, that like a Ruffian Rudely ye force my lodgings?  No punishment Due to a cryme of that fowle nature?

Cap.  You must pardon me,
I have commission, Sir, for what I offer,
And from those men that are your Masters, too;
At least you’ll find ’em soe.  You must shift your lodging,
And presently:  I have a charge to see ye
Yeild yourself quietly.

Bar.  Goe and tell their Lordships
I will attend to-morrow.  I know my time
And how to meet their mallice without guards. 
This is the Prince, the cruell Prince your Master,
The thirstie Prince of this poore Life.

Cap.  Be not vext; That will not help ye, Sir.

Bar.  I wilbe vext,
And such an anger I will fling amongst ’em
Shall shake the servile soules of these poore wretches
That stick his slight deservings above mine. 
I charge ye draw your Guard off and disperce ’em: 
I have a powre as full as theirs.

Cap.  You’ll find not; And I must have ye with me.

Bar.  And am I subiect
That have stood the brunt of all their busines,
And when they slept watcht to secure their slombers,—­
Subiect to slights, to scornes, to taynts, to tortures? 
To feed one privat mallice am I betrayd? 
Myne age, myne honour and my honest dealing
Sold to the hangmans Sword?