1 _Burg_. Pox o' theis Soldiers? We cannot see our frends hangd in quiet for 'em. Come, come, to th' top oth' hall. [_Exeunt Boys & Burgers_.] 2 _Cap_. Away, good pilchers![211] Now blow your matches and stand fast: he comes here. 1 _Cap_. And now bend all your pikes. _Enter Provost, Barnavelt, Lords, Guard. (A Scaffold put out) Executioner_. _Prov_. Cleere all the Skaffold; Let no more into th'Court; we are choakd with people. _Bar_. You are curteous in your preparations, gentlemen, 1 _Lord_. You must ascend, Sir. _Bar_. Feareles I will, my lords, And, what you can inflict, as feareles suffer. Thus high you raise me, a most glorious kindnes For all my Cares! For my most faithfull service For you and for the State thus ye promote me! I thanck ye, Cuntrymen, most nobely thanck ye. --Pull of my Gowne. Of what place are ye, frend? _Exec_. Of _Utrich_, Sir. _Bar_. Of _Utrich_! Wherefore, prethee, Art thou appointed here? _Exec_. To tell you true, Sir, I won this place at dyce: we were three appointed. _Bar_. Am I becom a generall game? a Rest[212] For every Slave to pull at? Thanck ye still: You are growne the noblest in your favours, gentlemen. --What's that hangs there? what Coffin? _Lord_. How it stirrs him. 2 _Lord_. The body, Sir, of _Leidenberch_[213] the Traitour. _Bar_. The traitour? 2 _Lord_. I, the Traitour, the fowle Traitour, Who, though he killd himself to cleere his cause, Justice has found him out and so proclaimd him. _Bar_. Have mercy on his soule! I dare behold him. 1 _Lord_. Beleeve me, he's much moved. 2 _Lord_. He has much reason. _Bar_. Are theis the holly praires ye prepare for me-- The comforts to a parting soule? Still I thanck ye, Most hartely and lovingly I thanck ye. Will not a single death give satisfaction, O you most greedy men and most ungratefull,-- The quiet sleep of him you gape to swallow, But you must trym up death in all his terrors And add to soules departing frights and feavors? Hang up a hundred Coffins; I dare view 'em, And on their heads subscribe a hundred treasons It shakes not me, thus dare I smile upon 'em And strongly thus outlooke your fellest Justice. 2 _Lord_. Will ye bethinck ye, Sir, of what ye come for.