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Captaine, within this Castle in ready coyne I have a thousand ducketts: doe me one curtesie, It shalbe brought out presently. Cap. What is it? For I have use of money. Mod. Doe but shoot me, Clap both your Pistolls into me. Cap. No, I thanck ye, I know a trick worth ten o'that: ile love ye And bring ye to those men that love to see ye.
Thus high you raise me, a most glorious kindnes For all my Cares! For my most faithfull service For you and for the State thus ye promote me! I thanck ye, Cuntrymen, most nobely thanck ye. Pull of my Gowne. Of what place are ye, frend? Exec. Of Utrich, Sir. Bar. Of Utrich! Wherefore, prethee, Art thou appointed here? Exec. To tell you true, Sir, I won this place at dyce: we were three appointed.
You will give us no more lights: What this world gives you, To morrow thus we take away. Receive it. Bar. My Sentence? Vand. Yes; consider for your soule now, And so farewell. Bar. I humbly thanck your honours: I shall not play my last Act worst. Bred. Heavens mercy And a still conscience wayt upon your end, Sir. Or. Now guard him back againe: by the break of day You shall have order from us.
But I hope 'tis more, Sir. Or. Theis must in first; 'Twill breed a good securitie. 1 Cap. We stand all ready for your Grace. Or. We thanck ye. 1 Cap. What Companies come on, Sir. Or. Three Troope of horse, That will be with ye presently: keepe strong the Port. 1 Cap. Enter when please your Grace; we shall stand sure, Sir. Enter Leidenberge, Vandermitten, Rock Giles. Leid.
Bred. You are nobely provident. Vand. And now proceed when it please you, and what you thinck fit We shall subscribe to all. Or. I thanck your Honours. Call in the Captaine of my Guard. Serv. Hee's here, Sir. Enter Captaine. Or. Harck in your eare. Cap. I shall, Sir. Or. Doe it wisely And without tumult. Cap. I observe your Grace. Or.
I, the Traitour, the fowle Traitour, Who, though he killd himself to cleere his cause, Justice has found him out and so proclaimd him. Bar. Have mercy on his soule! I dare behold him. 1 Lord. Beleeve me, he's much moved. 2 Lord. He has much reason. Bar. Are theis the holly praires ye prepare for me The comforts to a parting soule? Still I thanck ye, Most hartely and lovingly I thanck ye.
A Bribe to Barnavelts wiffe, or a kind wench For my yong lord his Son, when he has drunck hard. There's no way els to doo't. 1 Cap. I have gold good store You shall not want that; and if I had thought on't When I left London, I had fitted you For a convenient Pagan. 2 Cap. Why, is there Such store they can be spard? 1 Cap. ... ... ... 2 Cap. I thanck you, Sir.
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.
Bar. Am I becom a generall game? a Rest For every Slave to pull at? Thanck ye still: You are growne the noblest in your favours, gentlemen. What's that hangs there? what Coffin? Lord. How it stirrs him. 2 Lord. The body, Sir, of Leidenberch the Traitour. Bar. The traitour? 2 Lord.
Can ye blame him, Captaine, when such a den of dog whelps Are fosterd here against him? You will rouse anon: There are old Companies sure, honest and faithfull, That are not poysond with this ranck infection. Now they appeare, Sir. Enter Captaine on the walls. 1 Cap. Will your Grace please to enter? Or. And thanck ye too. 1 Cap. The Port is open for ye. Or. You see my number. 1 Cap.
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