_Bar_. I shall shortly; An everlasting ease, I hope.
_Wife_. Why weep ye, My deere Sir? speak.
_Bar_. Never till now unhappie! Thy fruit there and my fall ripen togeather And fortune gives me heires of my disgraces.
_Bar_. What will becom of thee, Wiffe, When I am gon? When they have gorgd their envies With what I have, what honest hand in pitty Will powre out to thy wants? What noble eye Will looke upon my Children strooke with miserie And say 'you had a father that I honourd; For his sake be my Brothers and my Sisters.'
_Bar_. I hope not; Yet what so confident Sailour that heares the Sea rore, The winds sing lowd and dreadfull, the day darkend, But he will cry 'a storme'! downe with his Canvas And hull, expecting of that horrid feavour?
_Son_. Plucke up your hart, Sir, fairely And wither not away thus poorely from us; Be now secure: the myst ye feard is vanishd,-- _Leidenberch's_ dead.
_Son_. Killd himself; his owne hand Most bravely was his Justice; nor left behind him One peece of paper to dishonour ye. They are all to seeke now for their Accusations.
_Bar_. And is he dead? so timely, too? so truly? Speak't againe, _Will_?
_Bar_. Give me some wyne. I find now, notwithstanding [_Enter Servant with wine_. The opposition of those mindes that hate me, A wise-man spyns his owne fate and secures it. Nor can I, that have powre to perswade men dye, Want living frends to iustifie my Creadit. Goe in and get me meat now; invyte my frends, I am determind to be high and merry. Thou hast lost thy Charge; wee'll have another, _Will_; It shall goe hard els. The Prince of _Orange_ now Will find what frends I have, and of what reckning; And when he seekes this life, he must make passage Through thousands more and those he little dreames of.
_Son_. I wonder how he got that speritt, Sir, to dye soe?
_Bar_. He was a weak man, indeed, but he has redeemd it: There be some other I could wish of his mind. Do'st thinck they dare doe any thing now.
_Bar_. No, Boy, I warrant thee; they make great soundes, But mark what followes. Prethee, let's be merry, I want it much.
_Bar_. I cannot be above two daies from Councell, I know their wants. How now, what haste?
_Serv_. O, Sir, ye are undon; We have lost ye.