University of Virginia Library

Scæa. 3a.

Enter Barnauelt (in his Studdy)
Bar.
This from the King of Fraunce, of much importaunce,
and this from Englands Queene, both mightie Princes
and of im̄ortall memories: here the Rewards sett:
they lou'd me both: the King of Swethland, this,
about a Truyce: his bounty too: what's this?
from the Elector Palatine of Brandenburge
to doe him faire and acceptable offices,
I did so; a rich iewell, and a Chaine he sent me:
the Count of Solems; And this from his faire Countess
about compounding of a busines:
I did it, and I had their thancks. Count Bentham,
the Archbisshop of Cullen, Duke of Brunswick,
Graue Embden; theis from Citties, theis from Prouinces
Petitions theis: theis from the States for places,
haue I held corespondence with theis Princes,
and had their loves, the molding of their busines,
trusted with their most secreat purposes?
of every State acquainted wt h the misteries?
and must I stick here now? stick vnreleeud too?
must all theis glories vanish into darknes?
and Barnauelt passe with'em, and glide away
like a spent Exhalation? I cannot hold,
I am crackt too deepe alredy: what haue I don,
I cannot answeare? Foole, remember not
Fame h'as too many eares, and eyes to find thee,
what help? ô miserable man, none left thee:
—Enter a Sruant
what constant frends? 'tis now a cryme to know thee
«if it» be death.

Sert.
My Lady would entreat Sir,

Bar.
my head: what art thou? from whom sent?

Sert.
heaven blesse me

Bar.
are they so greedy of my blood? ô pardon me
I know thee now; thou art my honest Servant,
what would thy Lady?

Sert.
your Company to supper, Sir.

Bar.
I cannot eate«:» I am full alredy tell hir,
bid hir sitt downe: full, full, too full—my thancks,
poyzd equally with those faire services
I haue don the State, I should walk confidently
vpon this high-straind danger: ô, this end swayes me
a heavy bad opinion is fixt here
that pulls me of: and I must downe for ever

—Enter Daughter
Daughter
Sir, will it please ye;

Bar.
ha?

Daughter
will it please ye Sir.

Bar
please me, what please me?
that I send thee, Girle
to some of my great Masters to beg for me,
didst thou meane soe?

Daugh.
I meane Sir.

Bar.
thou art too charitable
to prostitute thy beutie, to releeue me,
with thy soft kisses, to redeeme from fetters
the stubborne fortune of thy wretched Father.

Daugh.
I vnderstand ye not.

Bar.
I hope thou do'st not.

Daugh.
my lady Mother, Sir

Bar.
pre'thee, good Girle
be not so cru«el»l to thy aged father
to som̄e vp all his miseries before him

Daugh.
I come Sir, to entreat Yor Company

Bar
I am not alone.

Daugh.
my Mother will not eate Sir:
what fitt is this?

Bar.
there can be no attonement:
I know the Prince: Vandort is fleshd vpon me,
and Bredero, though he be of noble nature
dare not step in: wher's my Son William?
His Goverment is gon too, and the Soldier,
ô the falce Soldier, what wouldst thou haue, a husband?
goe marry an English Captaine, and hee'll teach thee
how to defy thy Father, and his fortune.
I cannot eate; I haue no stomach, Girle.

Daught.
good Sir, be patient.

Bar.
no newes from Grotius?
no flow of Frends there? Hoger-beets lye still too?
away: ile come anon.

Daugh.
now heaven preserve ye

—Exit
Bar.
a gentle Girle: why should not I pray too?
I had nere more need: when I am sett, and gon,
what vnderstanding can they stick vp then
to fill the place I bore? none, not a man:
to traffick wt h great Princes? none: to deale
with all the trobles of the war? none: certaine, no man,
to bring in daylie treasure, I know no man,
they cannot pick a man, made vp to serve 'em:
why should I feare then? doubt, and fly before
myne owne weake thoughts? art thou there too?

—Enter Wife and daught.
Wife

Bar.
I shall shortly
an everlasting ease, I hope.

Wife
why weep ye?
my deere Sir, speak.

Bar.
neuer till now vnhappie,
thy fruit there, and my fall, ripen togeather
and Fortune gives me heires of my disgraces.

Wife
take nobler thoughts

Bar.
what will becom of thee, Wiffe?
when I am gon, when they haue gorgd their envies
with what I haue, what honest hand in pitty
will powre out to thy wants? what noble eye
will looke vpon my Children strooke with miserie
and say you had a father that I honord,
for his sake be my Brothers, and my Sisters?

Wife
there cannot be such crueltie

Bar.
I hope not:
yet, what so confident Sailor, that heares the Sea rore,
the winds sing lowd, and dreadfull, the day darkend
but he will cry a storme: downe with his Canvas,
and hull, expecting of that horrid feauor?
—Enter Son.
how now? what newes?

Son.
pluck vp yor hart Sir, fairely
and wither not away, thus poorely from vs:
be now secure: the myst ye feard is vanishd:
Leidenberch's dead.

Bar.
dead?

Son.
killd himself: his owne hand.
most bravely was his Iustice: nor left behind him
one peece of paper to dishonor ye:
they are all to seeke now, for their Accusations

Bar.
and is he dead? so timely too? so truly?
speak't againe, Will.

Son.
hee's dead Sir: if I live here.

Bar.
and his owne hand?

Son.
his hand, and will performd it.

Bar.
give me some wyne: I find now notwt hstanding
—Enter Serut.
the opposition of those mindes that hate me
a wise-man spyns his owne fate, and secures it;
Nor can I, that haue powre to perswade men dye
—Ent: wt h wyn
want living frends, to iustefie 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 haue another, Will)
it shall goe hard els: The Prince of Orange now
will find what Frends I haue, and of What reckning:
and when he seekes this life, he must make passage
through thousands more, and those he litle dreames of

Son
I wonder how he got that sperit, Sir, to dye soe?

Bar.
he was a weak man indeed; but he has redeemd it:
there be some-other, I could wish of his mind
do'st thinck they dare doe any thing now?

Son.
'troth I thinck not Sir.

Bar.
no Boy, I warrant thee: they make great soundes
but mark what followes: prethee lets be merry
I want it much.

—Enter Serut
Son.
I am glad to see you so, Sir.

Bar.
I cannot be aboue two daies from Councell.
I know their wants? how now? what haste?

Sert.
ô Sir; ye are vndon
we haue lost ye?

Bar.
ha?

Sert.
for ever lost ye.

Bar.
why?
The Captaine of the Guard; the Princes Captaine

—Enter Wife & Daughter
Bar.
where? how?

Sert.
is broken in, now, vpon vs.

Wife
he will not be denyde: ô my deere Husband
the cruell Princes Captaine

—Captaine wt hin.
Cap.
ope the dore:
wee'll force it els: and all that dare resist vs
Wee'll put toth' Sword.

Bar.
open the dore: farwell Wiffe,
goe to the French Embassador, presently,
there's all my hope: to him make knowne my misery:
wooe him, with teares, with praires: this kisse: be happie

Wife
ô we shall neuer see ye more

—Ext
Bar.
away:
—Enter Captaine & others
Now Instrument of blood, why doe ye seeke vs?
I haue knowne the day you haue wayted like a Suppliant,
and those knees bended, as I past: Is there no reverence
belonging to me, left now? that like a Ruffian
rudely ye force my lodgings? no punishment
due to a cryme of that fowle nature?

Cap.
you must pardon me,
I haue Com̄ission Sir, for what I offer,
and from those men, that are you r Masters too,
at least you'll find 'em soe: you must shift yor lodging,
and presently: I haue a charge to see ye,
yeild yorself quietly

Bar.
goe, and tell their Lordships
I will attend to morrow: I know my time,
and how to meet their mallice without guards;
this is the Prince, the cruell Prince your Master,
the thirstie Prince of this poore life.

Cap.
be not vext
that will not help ye, Sir:

Bar.
I wilbe vext;
and such an anger I will fling amongst'em
shall shake the servile soules of those poore Wretches
that stick his slight deservings aboue mine:
I charge ye draw yor Guard off, and dispeirce 'em:
I haue a powre as full as theirs.

Cap.
you'll find not;
and I must haue ye with me.

Bar.
and am I subiect
that haue stood the brunt of all their busines?
and when they slept, watcht to secure their slombers?
subiect to slights, to scornes, to taynts, to tortures?
to feed one privat mallice, am I betrayd,
myne age, myne honor, and my honest dealing
sold to the hangmans Sword?

Cap.
I cannot stay.

Bar

Cap.
no man come neere, on paine of death: away with him. —Exeunt