Bred.  And this
Sent from the Lords of Utrecht, where ’tis prov’d
That the new Companies were raisd by you,
And to what purpose.

William.  To subvert Religion, To deface Justice and to breake the union And holly League betweene the Provinces.

[Henry.[193] The Proclamations are allowd by you
Sent forth against the Protestants; and here
Your resolution to degrade my Brother
And then dispose of him as you thought fitt.]

Vand.  Your plott here to withdraw all the old Soldiers From the Commandement of the States, and wyn them To serve for your ends in a Civill war.

Bred.  To raise up Cittizen against Cittizen, Stranger gainst stranger, Soldier against Soldier, And Maiestrates against the Maiestrates.

Or.  To waste the Land within that with lesse danger
The forraigne Enemy might make his entraunce. 
Yf then this be not treacherie beyond
All presidents of Traitours—­

Bar.  Give me Leave
Onely to smile, then say all theis are falce,
Your witnesses subornd, your testemonies
And wrytings forgd, and this elaborate forme
Of Justice to delude the world a cover
For future practises:  this I affirme
Upon my soule[194].  Now when you please condempne me: 
I will not use one sillable for your mercy
To have mine age renewd and once againe
To see a second triumph of my glories. 
You rise, and I grow tedious; let me take
My farwell of you yet, and at the place
Where I have oft byn heard; and, as my life
Was ever fertile of good councells for you,
It shall not be in the last moment barren.
Octavius[195], when he did affect the Empire
And strove to tread upon the neck of Rome
And all hir ancient freedoms, tooke that course[196]
That now is practisd on you; for the Catos
And all free sperritts slaine or els proscribd
That durst have stir’d against him, he then sceasd
The absolute rule of all.  You can apply this[197]: 
And here I prophecie I, that have lyvd
And dye a free man, shall when I am ashes
Be sensible of your groanes and wishes for me;
And when too late you see this Goverment
Changd to a Monarchie[198] youll howle in vaine
And wish you had a Barnavelt againe. 
Now lead me where you will:  a speedy Sentence: 
I am ready for it and ’tis all I ask you.

[Exeunt.

Actus Quintus.

SCAENA PRIMA.

Enter Wife, Daughter, Servant with Peares.

Wife.  Denyde to see my Husband! o you Tirants! 
And (to increase my misery) in vaine
By heaven I kneeld for’t, wept and kneeld in vaine
To such as would, while Barnavelt was himself—­
But why do I remember that word ‘was,’
That never happie word of ‘was.’

Serv.  Good Madam,
Beare (with your usuall wisdom) what is not
In you to help.  The strict guard’s kept upon him;
His State ceizd on; my Lord your Son disgracd, too,
And all your frends suspected, may assure you
No price beneath his head must answeare for him.