Fisc. That, sir, must be disputed at the Hague; in the mean time we are in possession here.
2 Dutch. And we can make ourselves to be obeyed.
Van Her. In few words, gentlemen, confess. There is a beverage ready for you else, which you will not like to swallow.
Col. How is this?
Har. You shall be muffled up like ladies, with an oiled cloth put underneath your chins, then water poured above; which either you must drink, or must not breathe.
1 Dutch. That is one way, we have others.
Har. Yes, we have two elements at your service, fire, as well as water; certain things called matches to be tied to your finger-ends, which are as sovereign as nutmegs to quicken your short memories.
Beam. You are inhuman, to make your cruelty your pastime: nature made me a man, and not a whale, to swallow down a flood.
Har. You will grow a corpulent gentleman like me; I shall love you the better for it; now you are but a spare rib.
Fisc. These things are only offered to your choice; you may avoid your tortures, and confess.