 | Sir John Van Olden Barnavelt |  |
Scæa. pria.
Enter Captaine, & Soldiers.Cap.
Are the Horsse left where I appointed'em?
and all the Soldiers ready?
Sold.
they are all Captaine.
Cap.
'tis well: Modesbargen is abroad for certaine,
hunting this morning.
Sold.
'tis most likely Sir:
for round about the Castle, since the dawning
we haue heard the merry noyce of hornes.
Cap.
dispeirce then,
except some three, or fowre to watch the Castle
least he break in againe: what Company
haue ye discoverd, that attends him?
Sold.
few Sr,
I do not thinck he has five within the Fort, now
able to make resistaunce.
Cap.
let'em be twenty
we are strong enough to fright'em: And by all meanes
let those that stay, seek by some trick, or other
[Hornes]
we are strong enough to fright'em: And by all meanes
let those that stay, seek by some trick, or other
to make the Bridge good, that they draw it not
if he returne, vpon vs.
if he returne, vpon vs.
[Hornes.]
Sol.
with all care Sr.
—Exeunt.
—Enter Modes-bargen & Huntesmen.
Modesb.
The doggs haue hunted well this dewy morning,
and made a merry cry:
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the Hare was rotten
you should haue heard els, such a rore, and seene'em
make all hir dobles out with such neat hunting,
and run at such a merry rate togeather
they should haue dapled ore yor bay wt h fame Sr.
Mod:
'Tis very well: and so well, I affect it
that I could wish I had nere hunted after
any delight but this, nor sought more honor:
this is securely safe, drawes on no danger,
nor is this Chace crost with malignant envy:
how sweetly do I live, and laugh vpon
the perrills I haue past, the plotts, and traynes,
and now (methincks) I dare securely looke on
the steepe & desprat follyes, my indiscretion
like a blind careles foole had allmost cast me on,
Here I stand saffe, 'gainst all their strengths, and Stratagems:
I was a boy, a Foole, to follow Barnauelt,
to step into his attempts, to wedd my freedom
to his most dangerous Faction, a meere Coxcomb,
—Enter 2: Huntesmā
but I haue scapd their clawes: haue ye found more game?
2. Hunt.
beating about to find a new Hare, we discoverd
Mod.
discoverd? what?
2. Hunt
Horsemen, and't please ye Sir.
scowt round about vs; and wc h way still the doggs went
they made vp, wt hin view,
Mod.
look't they like Soldiers?
2. Hunt.
for certaine they are Soldiers, for if theis are eyes,
I saw their pistolls.
Mod.
many?
2. Hunt.
some half a score, Sir.
Mod.
I am betraid: away, and raise the Boores vp,
bid'em deale manfully.
1. Hunt.
take a close way home,
and clap yor spurrs on roundly.
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no place safe for me
this Prince has long armes: and his kindled anger
a thousand eyes: make hast, and raise the Cuntry
—Ext.
—Enter Captn. & Soldiers
Cap.
This was a narrow scape: he was ith' Feild sure
Sold.
yes, that was certaine he, that ridd of by vs,
when we stood close ith' brakes.
Cap
a devill take it,
how are we cozend? pox of or goodly providence,
if he get home, or if the Cuntry know it.
Sold.
make haste, he is yet vnmand: we may come time enough
to enter with him: besides ther's this advantage
they that are left behind, in stead of helping
a Boores Cart ore the Bridge, loden with hay
haue crackt the Ax-tree wt h a trick, and there it stands
and choakes the Bridge, from drawing.
Cap
ther's some hope yet:
away, and clap on spurs: he shall scape hardly
if none of vs salute him: mounte, mounte.
—Ext
—Enter Modesbe«rg» & 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 yor Musketts, Slaves?
Hunt.
we haue no powder Sr,
Mod.
you haue sold me, Rogues, betrayd me: fire the Cart I say
or heave it intoth'Moat.
Hunt.
we haue not men enough
will ye goe in, the Cuntry will rise presently
and then you shall see Sr, how wee'll buckle wt h'em
Mod.
I see I am vndon; they hay choakes all,
—Enter Captaine & Soldiers
I cannot get beside it
Cap.
Stir not afoote,
for he that do's has mett his preist: goe ceize his body:
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we haue an easie nag will swym away with ye,
you ghesse the cause I am sure: when you are ith'saddle once
let yor Boores loose, wee'll show'em such a base:
do not deiect yorself, nor rayle at fortune
they are no helpes: thinck what you haue to answeare
Mod.
Captaine, within this Castle, in ready Coyne
I haue a thousand Ducketts, doe me one curtesie
it shalbe brought out presently.
Cap.
what is it,
for I haue vse of money?
Mod.
doe but shoot me,
clap both yor 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 long to see ye:
away, away: and keepe yor pistolls spand still
we may be forced.
Mod.
I am vndon for ever.
—Exeunt.
| Sir John Van Olden Barnavelt | |