_Boy_. Doe all theis, father, wayt on you? _Leid_. Yes, Boy. _Boy_. Indeed I doe not like their Countenaunces; They looke as if they meant you litle good. Pray you, put them away. _Leid_. Alas, poore inocent, It is for thee I suffer; for my self I have set up my rest. _Or_. Now, Mounseiur _Leidenberch_, We send not for you, though your fault deserve it, To load you with reproofe, but to advise you To make use of the way we have found out To save your life and honour. You already, In free confession of your fault, have made A part of satisfaction; goe on in it, And you shall find a faire discovery Of youre fowle purposes and th'agents in 'em Will wyn more favour from theyr lordships to you Then any obstinate deniall can doe. _Leid_. All that I know I will deliver to you, And beyond that your Excellence nor their Lordships Will not, I hope, perswade me. _Vand_. In the meane time You are a prisoner. _Boy_. Who? my father? _Bred_. Yes, Boy. _Boy_. Then I will be a prisoner, too. For heaven sake Let me goe with him, for theis naughtie men Will nere wayt on him well. I am usd to undresse him When he's to goe to bed, and then read to him Untill he be a sleepe, and then pray by him: I will not leave him. _Bred_. Why, thou shalt not, Boy. Goe with thy father. _Boy_. You are a good Lord, Indeed I love you for't and will pray for you. Come, father; now I must goe too, I care not. While I am with you, you shall have no hurt, Ile be your warrant. _Leid_. I have lost myself, But something I shall doe. [_Exeunt Leid., Boy, Guard_. _Or_. 'Tis time to rise; And, if your Lordshipps please, we will defer Our other busines to an other sitting. _Vand_. In the meane time wee'll use all honest meanes To sound the depth of this Confederacie, In which Heaven's hand direct us and assist us. [_Exeunt_. SCAENA 3. _Enter 2 Captaines_.[172] 1 _Cap_. This is a strange cutting time. 2 _Cap_. Let 'em cutt deep enough, They will doe no great cure els. I wonder strangely They carry such a gentle hand on _Leidenberch_ That any frends come to him. 1 _Cap_. 'Has confest much, Beleeve it, and so far they feare him not, They would be els more circumspect. 2 _Cap_. Pray ye, tell me, Is there no further newes of those are fledd,-- I meane those fellow Instruments? 1 _Cap_. None as yet,-- At least divulgd abroad. But certenly The wise States are not idle, neither at this time Do's it concerne their safeties. We shall heare shortly More of theis monsters. 2 _Cap_. Let's to dynner, Sir; There we shall heare more newes. 1 _Cap_. Ile beare ye companie. [_Exeunt_. SCAENA 4. _Enter Barnavelt & Provost_. _Bar_. And how doth he take his imprisonment, _Mr. Provost_? _Pro_. A litle discontent, and't please your Lordship, And sad as men confind. _Bar_. He does not talke much? _Pro_. Litle or nothing, Sir. _Bar_. Nor wrighte?