Utr.  Have at it:  Stay, let me swing my Sword thrice round first:  now, Now the Graves head ... goose giblitts.—­ Two sixes, boyes!  I knew I should performe it.

Har.  Ye have it:  thanck your fortune.

Utr.  I could not misse it,
I never lost so faire a stake yet.  How ile doe it
And in what posture:  first, how ile take my leave of him,
With a few teares to draw more money from him;
Then fold up his braunchd[209] gowne, his hat, his doblet,
And like the devill cry ‘mine owne! lye there, boyes!’
Then bind his eyes; last stir myself up bravely
And, in the midle of a whollsome praire,
Whip and—­hic iacet Barnavelt.—­
Come, let’s sing our old Song,
And then come view me how I doe my busines. 
Boy, come, sing you for me.

[Song.  Exeunt.

SCAENA 3.

Enter 2 Captaines[210] & their Soldiers, severally.

1 Cap.  Here stand we fast.

2 Cap.  Cock all your Musketts, Soldiers, now, And gentlemen be ready to bend your pikes; The prisoner’s comming out.

1 Cap.  But doe you thinck They meane to take his head of, or to fright him?

2 Cap.  Heaven keep me from such frights.  Why are theis Guards Commaunded to make good the Execution, If they intend not death?

1 Cap.  But dare they doe it?

2 Cap.  What dare not Justice do that’s right and honest? 
Is he not proov’d a guilty man?  What bugs
Should publick safety be afraid to looke on? 
Do you hold the United States so tame to feare him,—­
Feare him a Traitor, too?

1 Cap.  You know hee’s much lov’d, And every where they stir in his Compassion.

2 Cap.  They’ll stir so long till some of ’em will sinck for’t, Some of the best I feare that glewd his faction; Their building lyes discoverd and their bases broken.

1 Cap.  There is much money laid in every place, too, Hundreds and thousands, that they dare not strike him.

2 Cap.  Give loosers leave to play the fooles; ’tis lost all.  Secure yourself he dyes; nor is it wisdom To go an ace lesse with him:  he is monstrous.  —­The people hurry now; stand fast, he is comming.

    Enter Provost, Soldiers & Executioners, with a Coffin & a Gibbett.

Pro.  Make roome before! cleere all theis gaping people And stop their passage.

1 Cap.  How now?  What wonder’s this?

Prov.  Stay! or ile make ye stay:  I charge ye stir not.

2 Cap.  What thinck you now? dare not theis men do Justice?  This is the body of Leidenberg, that killd himself To free his Cause:  his shame has found him yet.

Prov.  Up with him, come:  set all your hands & heave him!

Exec.  A plaguy, heavy Lubber!  Sure this fellow Has a bushell of plot in’s belly, he weighes so massy.  Heigh! now againe! he stincks like a hung poll cat.  This rotten treason has a vengeance savour; This venison wants pepper and salt abhominably.