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?