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Enter Pr. of Orange: [Gr: Henrie]: Gra: William. [Collonells] & Captaines.—mr Rob:
Or:
I now, methincks, I feele the happynes
of being sproong from such a noble Father
that sacrifizd his honor, life, and fortune
for his lov'd Cuntry: Now the blood & Kindred
of Horne, and Egmont (Memories great Martires)
that must out live all Alua's Tirranies
and when their Stories told ev'n shake his ashes
methincks through theis [eyes] vaines now, now at this instant
I feele their Cuntries losse; I feele too

[Henry.] Will.
all feele sencibly
and every noble hart laments their miseries
and every eie, that labours not with mallice
sees your great services, and through what dangers
you haue raisd those noble speritts monuments.

Or.
What I haue don, I look not back, to magnifie:
my Cuntry calld me to it: what I shall yet doe
with all the industrie & strength I haue lent me
and grace of heaven to guid, so it but satisfie
the expectation of the State com̄aunds me,
and in my Cuntries eye appeere but lovely
I shall sitt downe, though old & bruizd, yet happie:
Nor can the bitter, and bold tonge of mallice,
that neuer yet spoke well of faire deservings,
wt h all hir course aspersions floong vpon me
make me forsake my dutie; touch, or shake me,
or gaine somuch vpon me, as an anger,
whilst here I hold me loyall: Yet beleeue Gentlemen
theis wrongs are neither few, nor slight, nor followed
by liberall tongues, provokd by want, or wine,
for such were to be smild at, and so slighted,
but by those men, and shot so neere mine honor,
I feare, my person too: but so the State suffer not
I am as easie to forget.

Will.
too easie,
and that feeds vp their mallice to a Monster,
you are the arme oth'war:

[Hen.]
the Soldiers sperit:
the other but dead stories; You the dooer:

Col.
it stands not with the honor you haue won Sr,
still built vpon, and betterd.

Or.
no more, good Collonell.

Col.
the love the Soldier beares you to give way thus
to haue yor actions consturd, scornd, and scoffd at
by such malignant soules: you are yorself Sir,
and master of more mindes, that love, & honor ye

Will.
yf you would see it: but take through the mallice
the evill intended now, now bent vpon ye,

Or.

1. Gu.
an howre agoe Sir

Or.
+ beshrew ye Gentlemen, you haue made me tardy:
open the dore.

I like not this: neithr do I think yt the pr. was thus disgracefully vsed. besides he is to much presented. [her]. G.B.

(Marginal note by Goerge Buc, Master of the Revels)

1. Gu.
I beseech yor Grace to pardon me.

Or.
do'st thou know who I am?

1. Gu.
+ yes Sr, and honor ye:

Or.
why do'st thou keep the dore fast then?

[Henry]
thou Fellow

will
thou sawcy fellow: and You that stand by gaping:
is the Prince of no more value, no more respect
then like a Page?

2. Gu.
we beseech yor Excellencies
to pardon vs: our duties are not Wanting.
nor dare we entertaine a thought to crosse ye,
we are placd here on Com̄aund.

Or.
to keepe me out?
haue I lost my place in Councell? are my services
growne to so poore regards, my worth so banckrupt,
or am I tainted with dishonest actions
that I am held vnfitt my Cuntries busines?
who placd ye here?

1 Gu:
the body of the Councell,
and we beseech yor Grace make it not or syn,
they gave vs strict com̄aund, to stop yor passage

Or.
'twas frendly don, and like my noble Masters,

Will.
deny yor place?

Henry
make good the dore against ye?
this is vnsufferable, most vnsufferable.

Or.
now I begin to feele those doubts, I feard still

Coll.
so far to dare provoke ye, 'tis too monstrous;
and you forget yorself, your birth, yor honor,
the name of Soldier if you suffer this:
suffer from those, those things, those, pox vpon't
those molds of men made noble by yor services,
yor daylie sweatts?

1. Cap.
it must not be endurd thus
the wrong extends to vs, we feele it seuerally

2. Cap.
yor sweet humillitie, h'as made'em scorne ye,
and vs, and all the world that serve their vses,
and stick themselues vp teachers, masters, Princes,
allmost new gods too, founders of new faithes:
wee'll force yor way.

Coll.
let's see then: who dare stop Ye.

Guard
not we, I am sure.

Coll.
let's see who dare denie ye
yor place, and right of councell.

Or.

Coll.
a Prince of rare humanitie, and temper:
Sir, as you teach vs Armes, you man or minds too,
with civill precepts, making vs true Soldiers,
then worthie to receive a trust from others
when we stand masters of our owne discretions

—Enter Barnauelt, Modesbargen, Leidenberch Grotius [Vandermitte]n. Bredero, Vandort [&c] Hogerbeets.
[Henry] will
yor good, & great example, tyes vs all Sr.

Cap.
the Councell's broken vp.

Or.
My noble Lords,
let it not seeme displeasing to You r wisdomes,
I humbly ask in what I haue offended,
or how suspected stand, or wt h what cryme blotted
that this day, from yor felloweship, yor councell
my Cuntries care, and where I owe most service
like a man perishd in his worth, I am exilde

Bar.
yor Grace must know, we cannot wait attendaunce
wc h happely you looke for.

Or.
wayt, my lords?

Bar.
nor what we shall designe for the States comfort
stay yor deliberate crosses; we know you are able
and every way a wise Prince fitt for counsell,
but I must tell ye Sir, and tell ye truly,
the Soldier has so blowne ye vp, so swelld ye,
and those few services, you call yor owne,
that now our com̄endations are too light gales,
too slack, and emptie windes, to move yor worthes,
and [trumpetts] tempests of yor owne tongue, and the Soldier s
now onely fill your sailes.

Bred.
be not so bitter.

Bar.
we mix with quiet speritts, staid, and temperate,
and those that levell at, not great, but good ends,
dare hold vs their Companions, not their Servants,
and in that ranck, be ready to supply vs:
You r Grace is growne too haughtie.

Leid.

Or.
good my lords,
let it be free, yor Servant chargd in mallice,
if not fling of his crymes, at lease excuse'em
to you my great correcte«r»: would to heaven, Sir,
that syn of pride, and insolence you speake of,
that pufft vp greatnes, blowne from others follyes,
were not too neere a kin to yor great Lordship,
and lay not in yor bosom, yor most deere'one,
You taint me Sr, with syns concerne my manner s,
if I haue such, ile studdy to correct 'em,
but should I taint you, I should charge ye deeper,
the cure of those would make ye shrinck & shake too,
shake of your head.

Bar.
you are too weak ith' hams Sir:

Or.
who raisd theis new religious forces, Sir?
and by what warrant? what assignement had ye
from the States generall: who blew new fires,
even fires of fowle rebellion, I must tell ye,
the bellowes to it, Religion. you nere lou'd yet
but for yor ends; through all the Townes, the Garrisons
to fright the vnion of the State, to shake it?
what syns are theis? you may smile with much comfort,
and they that see ye, and not looke closely to ye,
may crye too, er't be long.

Bar.
Yor Grace has leave Sir,
and 'tis right good it be soe; follow me home,
and there ile give ye new directions,
how to proceed, and sodainely

Leid: Mod.
we are yours Sir

—Ext
Or.
My lords: to what a monster this man's growne,
you may (if not abusd with dull securitie)
see plaine as day.

Bred.
we doe not like his carriage.

Vandort
he do's all: speakes all: all disposes

Or.
spoiles all
he that dare live to see him work his ends out,
vncrossd, and vnprevented; that wretched man
dare live to see his Cuntry shrinck before him:
Consider my best Lords, my noblest Masters,
how most, most fitt, how iust, and necessary
a sodaine, and a strong prevention.

Bred.

Or.
yor lordships true Frend, and most obedient Servant

Vandort.
Come, to the present busines then.

Or.
we attend ye.

—Exeunt./.