_Vand_. May it please your Highnes in the names of all To make their Lordships answeare.
_Or_. Willingly; For I must still be glad to take occasion To speak how much your Lordships and myself Ever stand bound to that most Christian King Whose favours, with all thancks, we must acknowledge As with all care preserve. Onely we hope His Maiestie will give us leave to say We greive that he is misinformd of us And our proceedings, of which we hereafter Will give him certaine and unanswerable proofes To iustefie our Actions, which we will Make knowne to all the world; till when we wish He will be pleasd to give way to the States To finish what they have begon, with Justice Temperd with mercy; and that your good Lordships Will give his Grace to understand thus much, If with the generall voice you doe approve it.
_Bred_. We will confirme it with our generall Seale, And send our answeare to his Propositions With our respect and duties.
_Mor_. This we shall Make knowne unto him.
_Vand_. In my opinion 'Tis time he had his Sentence!
_Vand_. Yes, here it is. The peoples loves grow daungerous; In every place the whispers of his rescue; The lowd and common voice of his deservings Is floong abroad. Nor doe they handle theis things By rules of truth and reason, but their owne wills-- Their headstrong hott affections.
_Bred_. Sit downe then, And now with speedy Justice let's prepare To cutt off this Imposthume.
_Vand_. Bring him in; Sit downe, Sir, And take your last place with us.
_Bar_. 'Tis your forme And I infringe no order.
_Bred_. Mounseiur _Barnavelt_, Will ye confes yet freely your bad practises And lay those Instruments open to the World, Those bloody and bold Instruments you wrought by? Mercy may sleepe awhile but never dyes, Sir.
_Bar_. I have spoake all I can, and seald that all With all I have to care for now, my Conscience. More I beseech your honours--
_Vand_. You will give us no more lights: What this world gives you, To morrow thus we take away. Receive it.
_Vand_. Yes; consider for your soule now, And so farewell.
_Bar_. I humbly thanck your honours: I shall not play my last Act worst.
_Bred_. Heavens mercy And a still conscience wayt upon your end, Sir.
_Or_. Now guard him back againe: by the break of day You shall have order from us.
