Cap.  I cannot stay.

Bar.  Take me
And glory in my blood, you most ungratefull;
Feed your long bloody hopes and bath your angers
In Barnavelts deservings; share my Services;
Let it be death to pitty me; to speak well of me,
The ruyn of whole famylies.  When I am gon
And angry war againe shall ceize your Cuntry,
Too late remember then and cursse your follyes. 
—­I am ready.  Farwell, Son; remember me
But not my fortune; let them cry that shall want me.

Cap.  No man come neere on paine of death:  away with him.

[Exeunt.

SCAENA 4.

    Enter Orange & 1 Captaine.[185]

Cap.  And as I told your Highnes, so wee tooke him.

Or.  ’Twas with discretion and valour followd.  You were not noted as you made entraunce Into the Hague?

Cap.  No, Sir; ’twas about midnight, And few were stirring but the Guard.

Or.  The better. 
Let his being brought in be still conceald, and tell him
If uncompelld he will confes the truth
At Barnavelts Arraignement, that all favour
That I can wyn him shall prepare a way
To quallifie his fault.

Cap.  Ile work him to it And doubt not.

    Enter Burgers & Women with bowghs & flowres.

Cap.  ’Tis Kramis[186]-time, In which it is a custome with the people To deck their dores with Garlonds, Bowghes, and flowres That are most gratious.

Or.  I remember.  —­Stand close.

[1] Burg.  Strew, strew:  more Garlonds and more Flowres. 
Up with the Bowghes!  Sacramant, I will have
My noble frends house, Mounseiur Barnavelts,
As well deckt as his Excellencies Court,
For though they have got him in prison he deserves
As well as any.

Cap.  Mark you that.

2 Burg.  ’Tis said They will cutt of his head.

1 Burg.  Much![187] with a Cusshin!  They know he has too many frends.

[2] Burg.  They dare not.  People will talke:  I hope ere long to see him As great as ever.

[1] Burg.  Greater too, I doubt not, And of more powre; his feet upon the necks Of all his Enemies.

Or.  I am glad I heard this;
And Barnavelt shall feele I will make use oft. 
Come; follow me.
          
                            [Exeunt.

2 Burg.  So, now the merry Song We made for his good Lady.  Lustique,[188] hoa!

[Song.

Enter Wife above.

Wife.  All thancks, kind frends, that a sad house can give ye
Pray you receive; for I rest well assurd,
Though theis sports are unseasonable here,
They testifie your loves; and, if my Lord
Ere live to be himself againe, I know
He will remember it.