_Enter Officer_[170]

_Off_. My lord.

_Or_. Call in the Captaine
You saw me speake with at the dore.

_Off_. 'Tis don. [_Exit_.

_Bred_. What does your Excellence ayme at?

_Or_. Have but patience,
You shall know sodainely.

_Enter Captaine_.[171]

_Cap_. My good Angell keepe me
And turne it to the best.--What am I sent for?

_Or_. You are wellcom, Captaine; nay 'tis for your good
That you are calld for. You are well acquainted
With all the parts of _Germanie_?

_Cap_. I have livd there.
Most of my time.

_Or_. 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_. I beleeve you;
And, to confirme it, with all possible speed
I would have you to post thether: from the Borders
Make choice of any horsemen you thinck fitt,
And, when you come there, devide them into parties
And lodge neere to the Castle. Yf _Modesbargen_
Come forth to hunt, or if at any time
You find the draw-bridge up, break in upon him
And willing or unwilling force him hether.
You shall have gold to furnish you, and this don
Propose your owne rewards, they shalbe graunted.

_Cap_. Yf I be wanting let my head pay for it;
Ile instantly about it. [_Exit_.

_Or_. Doe, and prosper.

_Will_. What will you do with _Leidenberge_?

_Bred_. Let him be
Kept safe a while: for _Barnavelt_, till we have
Some certaine proofes against him, I hold fitt
He have his libertie, but be suspended
From any place or voice in Court untill
His guilt or inocence appeere.

_Vand_. I like it.

_Lords_. We are all of your opinion.

_Or_. Bring in _Leidenberch_.

_Enter Leidenberch, Boy, Guard_.

_Boy_. Doe all theis, father, wayt on you?

_Leid_. Yes, Boy.

_Boy_. Indeed I doe not like their Countenaunces;
They looke as if they meant you litle good.
Pray you, put them away.

_Leid_. Alas, poore inocent,
It is for thee I suffer; for my self
I have set up my rest.

_Or_. Now, Mounseiur _Leidenberch_,
We send not for you, though your fault deserve it,
To load you with reproofe, but to advise you
To make use of the way we have found out
To save your life and honour. You alrea