dy,
In free confession of your fault, have made
A part of satisfaction; goe on in it,
And you shall find a faire discovery
Of youre fowle purposes and th'agents in 'em
Will wyn more favour from theyr lordships to you
Then any obstinate deniall can doe.
_Leid_. All that I know I will deliver to you,
And beyond that your Excellence nor their Lordships
Will not, I hope, perswade me.
_Vand_. In the meane time
You are a prisoner.
_Boy_. Who? my father?
_Bred_. Yes, Boy.
_Boy_. Then I will be a prisoner, too. For heaven sake
Let me goe with him, for theis naughtie men
Will nere wayt on him well. I am usd to undresse him
When he's to goe to bed, and then read to him
Untill he be a sleepe, and then pray by him:
I will not leave him.
_Bred_. Why, thou shalt not, Boy.
Goe with thy father.
_Boy_. You are a good Lord,
Indeed I love you for't and will pray for you.
Come, father; now I must goe too, I care not.
While I am with you, you shall have no hurt,
Ile be your warrant.
_Leid_. I have lost myself,
But something I shall doe.
[_Exeunt Leid., Boy, Guard_.
_Or_. 'Tis time to rise;
And, if your Lordshipps please, we will defer
Our other busines to an other sitting.
_Vand_. In the meane time wee'll use all honest meanes
To sound the depth of this Confederacie,
In which Heaven's hand direct us and assist us.
[_Exeunt_.
SCAENA 3.
_Enter 2 Captaines_.[172]
1 _Cap_. This is a strange cutting time.
2 _Cap_. Let 'em cutt deep enough,
They will doe no great cure els. I wonder strangely
They carry such a gentle hand on _Leidenberch_
That any frends come to him.
1 _Cap_. 'Has confest much,
Beleeve it, and so far they feare him not,
They would be els more circumspect.
2 _Cap_. Pray ye, tell me,
Is there no further newes of those are fledd,--
I meane those fellow Instruments?
1 _Cap_. None as yet,--
At least divulgd abroad. But certenly
The wise States are not idle, neither at this time
Do's it concerne their safeties. We shall heare shortly
More of theis monsters.
2 _Cap_. Let's to dynner, Sir;
There we shall heare more newes.
1 _Cap_. Ile beare ye companie.
[_Exeunt_.
SCAENA 4.
_Enter Barnavelt & Provost_.
_Bar_. And how doth he take his imprisonment, _Mr. Provost_?
_Pro_. A litle discontent, and't please your Lordship,
And sad as men confind.
_Bar_. He does n
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