_Leid_. Away, good women! This is no sport for you: goe, cheere your husbands And bid 'em stand now bravely for their liberties. _Arnam_ and _Roterdam_ and all about us Have yeilded him obedience; all the new Companies Purgd and disarmd. Goe you; talke to the _Arminians_, And raise their harts. Good Ladies, no more Councells: This is no time to puppet in. 1 _D. W_. We are gon, Sir, _2 D. W_. And will so coniure up our lazie husbands. _Eng.-gentw_. And coniure wisely, too; the devill will faile else. [_Exeunt Women_. _Leid_. What's she? _Vand_. An _English_ woman. _Leid_. Would they were all shipt well To th' other part oth' world. Theis stubborne _English_ We onely feare. _Vand_. We are strong enough to curb 'em. _Leid_. But we have turnop hearts. _Enter a Messenger_. Now what's the next newes? _Mess_.[157] The Prince is at the Barriers, and desires his entraunce _Leid_. He must not enter:--what Company is with him? _Mess_. But few, and those unarmd too: about some twentie. _Leid_. And what behind? _Mess_. We can discover none. _Leid_. Let's goe and view: Brothers, be strong and valiant; We have lost the Towne els and our freedoms with it. [_Exeunt_. SCAENA 3. _Enter 1 Captaine[158] and Soldiers_. _Sold_. They charge us not to let him in. 1 _Cap_. We will doe it; He has our faithes.--What strengthe's upon the Guard? _Sold_. Two hundred _English_. 1 _Cap_. Goe, and give this comaund then: That if any Burgers or _Arminian_ Soldiers Offer to come upon the Guard, or let in or out Any without our knowledge, presently To bend their strength upon 'em. _Sold_. It shalbe don. [_Exit_. 1 _Cap_. Do you disperse to the old Companies, Bid 'em be ready; tell 'em now is the time, And charge 'em keepe a strong eye ore the Burgers. Ile up to'th Guard. _Sold_. Wee'le doe it seriously. [_Exeunt_. SCAENA 4. _Enter Prince of Orange, William, Captaine,[159] Leiutenant, &c_. _Or_. None of our frends upon the Portt? Is this the welcom Of such a Towne, so bound in preservation To us and ours? 2 _Cap_. The Prince is sadly angry. _Leiut_. Can ye blame him, Captaine, when such a den of dog whelps Are fosterd here against him? You will rouse anon: There are old Companies sure, honest and faithfull, That are not poysond with this ranck infection. Now they appeare, Sir. _Enter Captaine[160] on the walls_. 1 _Cap_. Will your Grace please to enter? _Or_. And thanck ye too. 1 _Cap_. The Port is open for ye. _Or_. You see my number. 1 _Cap_. But I hope 'tis more, Sir. _Or_. Theis must in first; 'Twill breed a good securitie. 1 _Cap_. We stand all ready for your Grace. _Or_. We thanck ye. 1 _Cap_. What Companies come on, Sir. _Or_. Three Troope of horse, That will be with ye presently: keepe strong the Port. 1 _Cap_. Enter when please your Grace; we shall stand sure, Sir.