_Bred_. Is't possible he should be so far tempted[181] To kill himself? _Vand_. 'Has don it and most desperately, Nor could strong nature stay his hand,--his owne Child That slept beside him: which showes him guilty, lords, More then we suspected. _Or_. 'Tis to be feard soe And therefore, howsoere I movd your lordships To a mild and sweet proceeding in this busines, That nothing might be construde in't malitious And make the world believe our owne ends wrought it, Now it concernes ye to put on more strictnes And with seveerer eyes to looke into it: Ye robb yourselves of your owne rightes els, Justice, And loose those pious names your Cuntries safeties. And sodainely this must be don and constantly: The powrs ye hold els wilbe scornd & laughd at, And theis unchristian stroakes be laid to your charge. _Bred_. Your Grace goes right; but with what generall safetie (For ther's the mayne point), if we proceed seveerely May this be don? We all know how much followed And with what swarmes of love this Mounsieur _Barnavelt_ Is courted all the Cuntry over. Besides, at _Leyden_ We heare how _Hogerbeets_ behaves himself, And how he stirrs the peoples harts against us. And _Grotius_ has byn heard to say, and openly, (A man of no meane mark nor to be slighted) That if we durst imprison _Barnavelt_ He would fire the Court and State-house, and that Sacrifize He would make more glorious with your blood and ours, Sir. _Vand_. All angers are not armd; the lowdest Channell Runs shallowest, and there betrayes his weaknes: The deep & silent man threatens the danger. _Or_. If they had equall powre to man their wills And hope, to fling their miseries upon us, I that nere feard an Army in the feild, A body of most choice and excellent Soldiers And led by Captaines honourd for experience: Can I feare them or shake at their poore whispers? I that have broke the beds of Mutenies And bowde againe to faire obedience Those stubborne necks that burst the raynes of order, Shall I shrinck now and fall, shot with a rumour? No, my good Lords, those vollyes never fright me; Yet, not to seeme remisse or sleep secure here, I have taken order to prevent their angers; I have sent Patents[182] out for the choicest Companies Hether to be remov'd: first, Collonell _Veres_ From _Dort_; next Sir _Charles Morgans_, a stowt Company; And last my Cosens, the Count _Ernests_ Company: With theis I doubt not to make good our busines; They shall not find us babes. _Bred_. You are nobely provident. _Vand_. And now proceed when it please you, and what you thinck fit We shall subscribe to all. _Or_. I thanck your Honours. Call in the Captaine of my Guard. _Serv_. Hee's here, Sir. _Enter Captaine_. _Or_. Harck in your eare. _Cap_. I shall, Sir. _Or_. Doe it wisely And without tumult. _Cap_. I observe your Grace. _Or_. Now take your rest, my lords: for what care followes Leave it to me. _All_. We wish it all succes, Sir. [_Exeunt_. SCAENA 3.