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Boyle's conclusions unreservedly. IV. I may return to a consideration of Barnavelt, but the present volume has already swollen beyond its limits. Sir John Van Olden Barnavelt. This play, the most valuable Christmas present English scholars have for half a century received, appears indubitably to belong to the Massinger and Fletcher series.
Mounseiur Barnavelt, Will ye confes yet freely your bad practises And lay those Instruments open to the World, Those bloody and bold Instruments you wrought by? Mercy may sleepe awhile but never dyes, Sir. Bar. I have spoake all I can, and seald that all With all I have to care for now, my Conscience. More I beseech your honours Or. Take your pleasure. Vand.
I would credit Massinger with the admirably conducted trial-scene in the fourth act; but the concluding scene of the play, where Barnavelt is led to execution, I would ascribe, without hesitation, to Fletcher. There is no difficulty in fixing the date of the present play.
Then, to affright the rest, I hold it fitt that Barnavelt, one that has Most frends and meanes to hurt, and will fall therefore With greater terror, should receive his Sentence, Then dye as he deserves. For Modesbargen And Hogerbeets we shall find fitt time to Thinck of them hereafter. Bred. Let him be sent for. Vand.
Enter Barnavelt, Modesbargen, Leidenberch, Grotius Bredero, Vandort & Hogerbeets. Will. Your good and great example tyes us all, Sir. Cap. The Councell's broken up. Or.
Such mild proceedings in a Government New settled, whose main power had its dependence Upon the power of some particular men, Might be given way to, but in ours it were Unsafe and scandalous. Vandort, the speaker here, is opposing the idea of mercy to Barnavelt.
Bois. And the rather When question is made of such as are Your officers placed in authoritie, Of whom the ancientst Mounsieur Barnavelt, So much commended for so many good And notable services don for theis Cuntries, Deserves most serious regard.
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. 2 Burg. So, now the merry Song We made for his good Lady. Lustique, hoa! Enter Wife above. Wife.
My dutie to your Highnes and theis Princes And an increase of wisdome to your Lordships, For which the world admires you, I wish to you. Vand. Mounseiur Barnavelt, 'Tis no mans envy that hath brought us hether To sitt as Judges on you, but your owne.
To thinck of this would give a litle vent To the windy bladder of your vanitie Which you have blowne to an unlymitted vastnes. Your Insolence to me before the Battaile Of Flaunders I forget . Call in Modesbargen. Then I am lost. Enter Captaine with Modesbargen. Or. Ha! do's that startle you? Or. You shall heare more. Modesb. O, Mounseiur Barnavelt, do we meet thus?
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