[_Exeunt_. SCAENA 5. _Enter Leidenberge, Vandermitten,[161] Rock Giles_. _Leid_. Is he come in, do you say? _Vand_. He is, but followed So slenderly and poore. _Leid_. We are undon then; He knowes too well what ground he ventures on. Where are the _Arminian_ Soldiers? _R. Giles_. They stand ith' market place. _Leid_. Are they well armd? _R. Giles_. Ready to entertaine him. _Leid_. Who commaunds the Port? _Vand_. The _English_. _Leid_. Ten towsand devills! Odd's sacrament! a meere trick to betray us. _Vand_. We can discover none behind. _Leid_. A trick: Those _English_ are the men borne to undooe us. _Enter Messenger_.[162] _Mess_. Arme, arme, and now stand to your ancient freedoms! Three troope of horse, ten Companies of foote Are enterd now the Port. _Leid_. I told ye, Gentlemen. _Mess_. The _English_ make a stand upon the new Companies, Ready to charge 'em if they stirr. _Leid_. Oh mischief! All our designes are crackt, layed open, ruynd: Let's looke if any cure remaine. O devill! [_Exeunt_. SCAENA 6. _Enter Duch-woemen and Burgers_. _Duch-W_. The Prince, the Prince, the Prince! O our husbands. _Burg_. Goe pray, goe pray, goe pray: We shalbe hangd all. _Duch-W_. I would it were no worse: _Enter Eng.-gentw_. _Eng.-gentw_. Now where's your valours, You that would eat the Prince? _Duch-W_. Sweet _English_ Gentlewoman. _Eng.-gentw_. Fy, doe not run! for shame! body a me, How their feare outstincks their garlick! litle Sir _Gregory_, _Enter Holderus_.[163] Art thou afraid, too? out with thy two edgd tongue And lay about thee! _Hold_. Out o' my way, good woeman, Out o' my way: I shalbe whipt, and hangd too. _Eng.-gentw_. Theis fellowes have strong faithes and notable valours: Ile walk about and see this sport. [_Exeunt_. SCAENA 7. _Enter Orange, Leidenberge, Burgers, Captaines, Soldiers, and Arminians_. _Or_. Now, Mounseuir _Leidenberge_ you may se openly The issues of your desperate undertakings, And your good helpes, myne Heeires; now you must feele too, And to your greifes, what the deserts of those are That boldly dare attempt their Cuntries ruyn And who we serve, how faithfully and honestly You must and shall confes too: not to blind ends Hood-winckt with base ambition, such as yours are, But to the generall good.--Let[164] theis new Companies March by us through the Market, so to the Guard house, And there disarme;--wee'll teach ye true obedience;-- Then let 'em quitt the Towne, hansom swag fellowes And fitt for fowle play. _Leiut_. Theis are but heavy marches. _Or_. They wilbe lighter straight, when they are unfurnishd You put your trust in theis; you have tall defences,-- Treason maintaind with heresie, fitt weapons! --So now disarme the Towne: wee'll plant new Governours! _Leid_. Will your Grace be pleasd to heare?