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Y. M. Rob my beloved Sister of a husband! Alex. Yes, to redeeme to your mother her lost honour. Y. M. Art not a Divell? Alex. Ha! Y. M. Thy breath has blasted me. Alex. I must confes indeed I have eaten garlicke.
Already 'Tis knowne I favour you, and that hath drawne Libells against me; but the stinglesse hate Of those that wryte them I contempne. Hog. They are worthie Of nothing but contempt. Bar. That I confes, too; But yet we must expect much opposition Ere your opinions be confirmd.
Oh, my Lords, What will you doe? For, be but you yourselves, this Prince of Orange Is but as Barnavelt, a Servant to Your Lordships and the State; like me maintaind; The pomp he keepes, at your charge: will you then Wayt his prowd pleasure, and in that confes, By daring to doe nothing, that he knowes not You have no absolute powre? Van. I never sawe The Advocate so mov'd. Bar.
1 Lord. Will ye confes your faultes? Bar. I come not heather To make myself guilty; yet one fault I must utter, And 'tis a great one. 2 Lord. The greater mercy. Bar. I dye for saving this unthanckfull Cuntry. 1 Lord. Play not with heaven. Bar. My Game's as sure as yours is, And with more care and inocence I play it. Take of my doblet; and I prethee, fellow, Strike without feare. Exec.
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 am as sorry to behold you there As know myself a Prisoner. Now you perceive To what a desperate state your headlong Counsells And rash designes have brought us: to stand out now Were to no purpose, for, alas, they have Too pregnant prooffes against us. Bar. You that feele The horrour of fowle guilt in your falce bosom Confes yourself soe; my strong Inocence To the death stands constant. Or.
There was a blow, a full blow at our fortunes; And that great indiscreation, that mayne blindnes, In not providing such a constant Captaine, One of our owne, to commaund the watch, but suffer The haughtie English to be masters of it, This was not well nor fitting such a wisdom, Not provident. Leid. I must confes my errour; The beastly coldnes of the drowsy Burgers Put me past all my aymes. Bar.
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.
Grimes. O, my deare Master! Lady. Repent! should I but spend The weakest accent of my breath in sighes Or vaine compunction, I should feare I sinnd Against my will, then which I doe confes Noe other diety. Passions doe surround My intellectual powers; only my heart, Like to a Rocky Island, does advance Above the foming violence of the waves Its unmovd head, bids me my fate outdare.
Now, Mounseuir Leidenberge you may se openly The issues of your desperate undertakings, And your good helpes, myne Heeires; now you must feele too, And to your greifes, what the deserts of those are That boldly dare attempt their Cuntries ruyn And who we serve, how faithfully and honestly You must and shall confes too: not to blind ends Hood-winckt with base ambition, such as yours are, But to the generall good.
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