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Scæa. 3a.

Enter 2. Captaines: & ye i r Soldiers, seurally
1. Cap.
Here stand we fast:

2. Cap
Cock all yor Musketts, Soldiers
and gentlemen, be ready to bend you r pikes
the prisoner's coming out.

1.
but doe you thinck
they meane to take his head of? or to fright him?

2.
heaven keep me from such frights: why are theis Guards
com̄aunded to make good the Execution?
if they intend not death?

1.
but dare they doe it?

2.
what dare not Iustice doe, that's right, and honest?
is he not proou'd a guilty man? what bugs
should publick safety be a fraid to looke on?
do you hold the vnited States so tame to feare him?
feare him, a Traitor too?

1.
you know hee's much lou'd,
and every where they stir in his Compassion

2.
they'll stir so long, till some of 'em will sinck for't
some of the best I feare, that glewd his Faction,
their building lyes discouerd, and their bases broken,

1.
there is much money laid, in every place too
hundreds, and thousands, that they dare not strike him.

2.
give loosers leave to play the fooles: 'tis lost all:
secure yorself, he dyes: nor is it wisdom
to goe an ace lesse with him: he is monstrous
the people hurry now: stand fast, he is com̄ing

—Enter Prouost Solds. & Execur s wt h a Coffin & a Gibbett
Pro.
make roome before; cleere all theis gaping people
and stop their passage.

1. Cap.
how now, what wonder's this.

Pro.
stay, or ile make ye stay: I charge Ye stir not.

2. Cap.

Pro.
vp with him, come; set all yor hands, and heave him.

Exe.
a plaguy heavy lubber: sure this fellow
ha's a busshell of plot in's belly, he waighes so massy:
heigh: now againe: he stincks, like a hung poll cat
this rotten treason has a vengaunce savor.
this venison wants pepper, and salt abhominably.

Pro.
pyn him aloft, and pin him sure.

Exec.
I warrant ye
if ere he run away againe, ile swing for him
this would make a rare signe for a Cookes shop: the Christmas pie.

Pro.
Come, now about the rest: keepe the Court cleere still.

—Ext
2. Cap.
what thinck you now?

1. Cap.
now I am a fraid of him.
this prologue should portend a fatall Tragedie:
theis examples will make 'em shake.

2.
'tis well they haue 'em,
their stubbornenes, and pride requires'em greater:
the Prince strickes iust ith'nick, and stricke[«s»] home nobely
this new pretending Faction, had fird all els:
they had floong a generall ruyn on the Cuntry:

—Enter Boyes & Burgers.
Boy.
[he comes, he comes, he comes; ô for a place now:]

boy.
[let's climb the Battlements.]

Cap.
[away wt h theis rogues:]

1 Bur.
[I saw the Guard goe for him: where shall we be now]

2. Burg.
[he will make a notable Speech I warrant him]

3. Bur.
[let's get vs neere the Skaffold.]

1. Cap.
[keep of Turnops:]
[ye come vpon or pikes els]

Burg.
[pox o'theis Soldiers]
[we cannot see or frends hangd in quiet for 'em:]
[come, come, toth' top oth' hall.]

—Enter Prouost Barnauelt: Lords: Guard. (a Scaffold put out). Executionr.
2. Cap.
[away good pilchers]
Now blow yor matches, and stand fast, he comes here.

1. Cap.
and now bend all your pikes.

Pro.
cleere all the Skaffold.
let no more intoth'Court: we are choakd wt h people.

Bar.
you are curteous in you r preparations, gentlemen:

Lord.
you must ascend Sr.

Bar.
feareles I will my lords:
and what you can inflict, as feareles suffer.
Thus high you raise me, a most glorious kindnes
for all my Cares, for my most faithfull service
for you, and for the State, thus ye promote me:
I thanck ye Cuntry men, most nobely thanck ye
pull of my Gowne: of what place are you, Frend?

Exec.
of Vtrich Sr,

Bar.
of Vtrich? wherefore prethee?
art thou appointed here?

Exec.
to tell you true Sir,
I won this place at dyce; we were three appointed

Bar.

Lord.
how it stirrs him?

2. lord
the body Sir, of Leidenberch the Traitor

Bar.
the Traitor?

Lord.
I the Traitor: the fowle Traitor
who though he killd himself, to cleere his cause,
Iustice has found him ou«.», and so proclaimd him.

Bar.
haue mercy, on his soule: I dare behold him,

Lord.
beleeue me, he's much moved:

2. lord
he has much reason.

Bar.
Are theis the holly praires ye prepare for me,
the comforts to a parting soule? still I thanck ye:
most hartely, and lovingly I thanck ye;
will not a single death give satisfaction,
ô you most greedy men, and most vngratefull
the quiet sleep of him you gape to swallow
but you must trym vp death in all his terrorr s,
and add to soules departing frights and feauor s?
hang vp a hunderd Coffins, I dare view 'em,
and on their heads subscribe a hundred treasons
it shakes not me: thus dare I smile vpon'em
and strongly thus out looke yor fellest Iustice

Lord.
will ye bethinck ye Sr, of what ye come for?

Bar.
I come to dye: bethinck you of your Iustice;
and wt h what Sword ye strike, the edge of mallice:
bethinck ye of the travells I had for ye,
the throaes, and grones: to bring faire peace amongst ye:
bethinck ye of the dangers I haue plundgd through,
and almost gripes of death to make you glorious.
Thinck when this Cuntry, like a Wildernes
brought nothing forth but desolation,
fire, Sword, and Famine: when the earth sweatt vnder ye,
cold dewes of blood, and Spanish flames hoong ore ye,
and every man stood markt the child of murder,
and women wanted wombes to feed theis cruelties,
thinck then who stept in to you: gently tooke ye
and bound your bleeding wounds vp: from yor faces
wipd of the sweatts of sorrow; fedd, and nurssd ye,
who brought the plowgh againe, to crowne yor plenty;
yor goodly meadowes who protected (Cuntrymen)
from the armd Soldiers furious marches? who
vnbard the Havens, that the floating Merchant
might clap his lynnen wings vp to the windes
and back the raging waves to bring you proffit?
thinck through whose care, you are a Nation
and haue a name yet left, a fruitfull Nation,
(would I could say as thanckfull,) bethinck ye of theis things
and then turne back, and blush, blush my ruyne.

1. Lord.
'Tis strange how this [OMITTED]rags; 'tis a strange impudence
not to be pittied in his [OMITTED] not sufferd;
you breed the peace? you [OMITTED]ing the plowgh againe?
you wipe the fire, and b«l»ood of from this Cuntry?
and you restore hir, t«o» hir former Beuty?
blush in thine age, «(»bad man) thy grave blush for thee,
and scorne to hide that man that holds no Creadit:
Beare witnes all the world, yt knowes or Trobles,
or ever-greiu'd or plagues, what we haue sufferd,
«an»d, vnder heaven, by what armes we haue cur'd theis:
Councells, and Frends; in wc h I tell thee (Barnauelt)
and through thy Impudence, I here proclaime it,
thou hadst the least, and last share: 'Tis not Yor face Sr,
the greatnes of yor frends, corruptly purchasd,
the Crying vp of yor manie Services,
wc h lookd into wither away like Mushrumps
shall scandall vs.

2. Lord
yor Romaine end, to make men
imagine yor stung conscience fortefide,
no, nor yor ground Religion: Examine all men
branded wt h such fowle syns as you now dye for,
and you shall find their first stepp still, Religion:
Gowrie in Scotland, 'twas his maine pretention:
was not he honest too? his Cuntries Father?
those fyery Speritts next, that hatchd in England
that bloody Powder-Plot; and thought like meteors
to haue flashd their Cuntryes peace out in a Moment
were not their Barrells loden wt h Religion?
were not they pious, iust, and zealous Subiects?
humble yor soule for shame, and seeke not now Sr
to tumble from that happines even Angells
were throwne from, for their pride: Confes, and dye well/.

Lord.
will ye confes yor faultes?

Bar.

Lord
the greater mercy.

Bar.
I dye for saving this Vnthanckfull Cuntry.

Lord
play not with heaven:

Bar.
my Game's as sure as yor s is:
and wt h more care, and inocence, I play it:
take of my doblet: and I prethee, fellow
strike without feare:

Exec.
I warrant, ile fitt ye:
I pray forgive me Sir

Bar.
most hartely:
and heer's my hand: I love thee too; thy phisick
will quickly purge me from the worldes abuses:
when I speak lowdest, strike

Exec.
I shall observe ye.

Bar.
farwell my lords: To all You r Counsailes, fortune,
happie succes, and proffit: peace to this Cuntry:
and to you all that I haue bredd like children
not a more faithfull father, but more fortunate.
doe not I stay too long?

Lord.
take yor owne time Sir.

Bar.
I haue a wiffe, my lords, and wretched Children
vnles it please his Grace to looke vpon'em,
and yor good honor s, wt h yor eies of fauor.
'twill be a litle happines in my death
that they partake not wt h their Fathers ruyns,

Lord
let not that troble ye, they shall not find it.

Bar.
Com̄end my last breath to his Excellence,
tell him the Sun he shot at, is now setting,
setting this night, that he may rise to morrow,
for ever setting: now let him raigne alone,
and wt h his rayes, give life, and light to all men,
May he protect with honor, fight with fortune,
and dye wt h generall love, an old, and good Prince;
my last petition, good Cuntrymen forget me,
yor memories wound deeper then yor mallice,
and I forgive ye all: a litle stay me,
Honor, and world, I fling ye thus behind me,
and thus a naked poore-man, kneele to heaven:
be gratious to me, heare me, strengthen me,
I come, I come: ô gratious heaven: now: now:
now I present—

Exec.
is it well don mine Heeres?

Lord.
somewhat too much: you haue strooke his fingers too
but we forgive yor haste: draw in the body
and Captaines, we discharge yor Companies.

Vandort.
Make cleere the Court: vaineglory thou art gon:
and thus must all, build on Ambition

2. Lord
Farwell, great hart: full low thy strength now lyes,
he that would purge ambition this way dies.

—Exeunt