1 _Cap_. This indeed is stately: Statesmen, d'you call 'em? 2 _Cap_. I beseech your Lordship: 'Twas wine and anger. _Bar_. No, Sir; want of dutie: But I will make that tongue give him the lye That said soe, drunck or sober; take my word for't. Your Compaine is cast: you had best complaine To your Great Generall, and see if he Can of himself maintaine you,--Come, _Modes-bargen_. [_Exeunt Barnavelt, Modes-bargen, and Grotius_, _Leid_. I am sorry for you, Captaine, but take comfort: I love a Soldier, and all I can doe To make you what you were, shall labour for you. And so, good morrow, Gentlemen. [_Exit_. 1 _Cap_. Yet theres hope; For you have one friend left. 2 _Cap_. You are deceivd, Sir, And doe not know his nature that gave promise Of his assistance. 1 _Cap_. Who is't? 2 _Cap_. _Leidenberck_. One of the Lords, the States, and of great powre too; I would he were as honest. This is he That never did man good, and yet no Suitor Ever departed discontented from him. Hee'll promise any thing: I have seene him talke At the Church dore with his hat of to a Begger Almost an houre togeather, yet when he left him He gave him not a doyt. He do's profes To all an outward pitty, but within The devills more tender: the great plague upon him! Why thinck I of him? he's no part of that Must make my peace. 1 _Cap_. Why, what course will you take then? 2 _Cap_. A Bribe to _Barnavelts_ wiffe, or a kind wench For my yong lord his Son, when he has drunck hard. There's no way els to doo't. 1 _Cap_. I have gold good store You shall not want that; and if I had thought on't When I left _London_, I had fitted you For a convenient Pagan. 2 _Cap_. Why, is there Such store they can be spard? 1 _Cap_.[145] ... ... ... 2 _Cap_. I thanck you, Sir. [_Exeunt_. SCAENA 2. _Enter[146] Barnavelt, Modes-bargen, Leidenberck, Grotius, and Hogebeets_. _Bar_. The States are sitting: all that I can doe Ile say in little; and in me theis Lords Promise as much. I am of your belief In every point you hold touching religion, And openly I will profes myself Of the _Arminian_ sect. _Gro_. You honour it. _Hog_.[147] And all our praires and service. _Bar_. Reverend man Your loves I am ambitious of. Already 'Tis knowne I favour you, and that hath drawne Libells against me; but the stinglesse hate Of those that wryte them I contempne. _Hog_. They are worthie Of nothing but contempt.