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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?
But doe you know the Castle Belonging to Modesbargens Aunt or Cosen, Which 'tis I know not? Cap. Very well, my Lord; A pleasant Cuntry 'tis, and yeilds good hunting. Bred. And that's a sport Modesbargen from his youth Was much inclind to. Or. Wee'll make use of it. It is of waight that you must undertake, And does require your secrecie and care. Cap. In both I wilbe faithfull. Or.
So now disarme the Towne: wee'll plant new Governours! Leid. Will your Grace be pleasd to heare? Or. Yes, at the Hage, Sir, Till when bethinck you of your acts and answeares, For there before the generall State Where's Modesbargen? Cap. He left the Towne two daies agoe. Or. A guilty feare, But we shall fright him worsse. Good order take For the Towne, and what fitt Garrison to leave in't.
Upon good evidence, but not till then To be committed. Will. 'Twer expedient That something should be practisd to bring in Modesbargen. Out of him the truth of all May be wroong out. Bred. The advice is sound and good. Vand. Or. Since you approve it, Leave that to me. Enter Officer Off. My lord. Or. Call in the Captaine You saw me speake with at the dore. Off. Bred.
Bar. Why? Son. For certaine perishd. Utrecht is taken in, Modesbargen fled, And Leidenberge a Servant to their pleasures, A prisoner, Sir. Bar. Ha! Son. 'Tis too true. Bar. A prisoner? Son. And, some say, has byn tortured, reveald much, Even all he knowes. No letters are against ye, For those he burnt; but they have so much foold him That his owne tongue Bar. He cannot be so boyish. Son.
Your lordships true friend and most obedient Servant. Van. Come to the present busines then. Or. We attend you. Actus Secundus. Enter Barnavelt, Leidenberch, Modesbargen. Bar. I have with danger venturd thus far to you That you might know by me our plot's discoverd.
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.
My goverment of Barghen is disposd of; Their anger now against us all profest, And in your ruyn all must fall. Bar. A prisoner! Modesbargen fledd! I am glad he is scapt their fingers. Now if the devill had but this Leidenberge I were safe enough. What a dull foole was I, A stupid foole, to wrap up such a secreat In a sheepes hart! ô I could teare my flesh now And beat my leaden braines! Son.
There's some hope yet. Away and clap on spurs: he shall scape hardly If none of us salute him. Mounte, mounte. Enter Modesbargen & Huntesmen. Mod. Hell take this hay! 'tis set on purpose here: Fire it and draw the Bridge: clap faggotts on't And fire the Cart and all. No Boores come in yet? Where be your Musketts, Slaves? Hunt. We have no powder, Sir. Mod.
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.
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