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Take Modesbargen in. Vand. This is an impudence I never read of. But now wee'll show thee, miserable man, Such further prooffes as would call up a blush Upon the devills cheeke. Looke upon this, Signd by the Governor, Chauncellor and Counsell Of Gilderland and Zutphen, who here name thee The roote and head of the late Schisme. Bred.
The opposition of those mindes that hate me, A wise-man spyns his owne fate and secures it. Nor can I, that have powre to perswade men dye, Want living frends to iustifie my Creadit. Goe in and get me meat now; invyte my frends, I am determind to be high and merry. Thou hast lost thy Charge; wee'll have another, Will; It shall goe hard els.
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.
Noble Captain, said he to my nephew, I'm glad your come: we have not half done with these villainous hell-hound dogs; wee'll root out the very nation of them from the earth, and kill more than poor Tom has hairs upon his head: and thus he went on till I interrupted him. "Blood-thirsty dog," said I, "will your cruelty never end?
In the meane time wee'll use all honest meanes To sound the depth of this Confederacie, In which Heaven's hand direct us and assist us. Enter 2 Captaines. 1 Cap. This is a strange cutting time. 2 Cap. Let 'em cutt deep enough, They will doe no great cure els. I wonder strangely They carry such a gentle hand on Leidenberch That any frends come to him. 1 Cap.
I perceive 'tis true That such as flatter Servants make them prowd. Wee'll use a rougher way, and here commaund you To leave the Towne, and sodainely, if you wish not To be forced hence. 1 Cap. Your new raisd Companies Of such as never saw the Enemie Can hardly make that good: we were placed here By the allowaunce of the generall States And of the Prince to keep it to their use. Leuit.
And for the honour of the Court. Vand. Goe on; You have my voice. Bre. And mine; yet wee'll proceed As judgement shall direct us. Vand. 'Tis my purpose. Bar. In this disgrace I have one foote on his neck; Ere long Ile set the other on his head And sinck him to the Center. Leid. Looke to the dores there. Enter Pr. of Orange, Gra: William, Collonells & Captaines. Or.
You have sold me, Rogues, betrayd me: fire the Cart, I say, Or heave it into th' Moat. Hunt. We have not men enough. Will ye goe in? the Cuntry will rise presently, And then you shall see, Sir, how wee'll buckle with 'em. Mod. I see I am undon: the hay choakes all, I cannot get beside it. Enter Captaine & Soldiers. Cap. Stir not a foote, For he that do's has mett his preist.
Let theis new Companies March by us through the Market, so to the Guard house, And there disarme; wee'll teach ye true obedience; Then let 'em quitt the Towne, hansom swag fellowes And fitt for fowle play. Leiut. Theis are but heavy marches. Or. They wilbe lighter straight, when they are unfurnishd You put your trust in theis; you have tall defences, Treason maintaind with heresie, fitt weapons!
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