[_Exeunt_.

_Enter Captn & Soldiers_.

_Cap_. This was a narrow scape; he was ith' feild, sure.

_Sold_. Yes, that was certaine he that ridd of by us,
When we stood close ith' brakes.

_Cap_. A devill take it!
How are we cozend! pox of our goodly providence!
If he get home or if the Cuntry know it!

_Sold_. Make haste, he is yet unmand: we may come time enough
To enter with him. Besides there's this advantage:
They that are left behind, instead of helping
A Boores Cart ore the Bridge, loden with hay,
Have crackt the ax-tree with a trick, and there it stands
And choakes the Bridge from drawing.

_Cap_. There's some hope yet.
Away and clap on spurs: he shall scape hardly
If none of us salute him. Mounte, mounte.

[_Exeunt_.

_Enter Modesbargen & Huntesmen_.

_Mod_. Hell take this hay! 'tis set on purpose here:
Fire it and draw the Bridge: clap faggotts on't
And fire the Cart and all. No Boores come in yet?
Where be your Musketts, Slaves?

_Hunt_. We have no powder, Sir.

_Mod_. You have sold me, Rogues, betrayd me: fire the Cart, I say,
Or heave it into th' Moat.

_Hunt_. We have not men enough.
Will ye goe in? the Cuntry will rise presently,
And then you shall see, Sir, how wee'll buckle with 'em.

_Mod_. I see I am undon: the[180] hay choakes all,
I cannot get beside it.

_Enter Captaine & Soldiers_.

_Cap_. Stir not a foote,
For he that do's has mett his preist.--Goe, ceize his body,
But hurt him not. You must along with us, Sir:
We have an easie nag will swym away with ye,--
You ghesse the cause, I am sure. When you are ith' saddle once,
Let your Boores loose; we'll show 'em such a baste.
Do not deiect yourself nor rayle at fortune;
They are no helpes: thincke what you have to answeare.

_Mod_. Captaine, within this Castle in ready coyne
I have a thousand ducketts: doe me one curtesie,
It shalbe brought out presently.

_Cap_. What is it?
For I have use of money.

_Mod_. Doe but shoot me,
Clap both your Pistolls into me.

_Cap_. No, I thanck ye,
I know a trick worth ten o'that: ile love ye
And bring ye to those men that love to see ye.
Away, away; and keepe your pistolls spand still:
We may be forced.

_Mod_. I am undon for ever.

[_Exeunt_.

SCAENA 2.

_Enter Orange, Bredero, Vandort_.

_Bred_. Is't possible he should be so far tempted[181]
To kill h