Leid. And for the honour of the Court.
Vand. Goe on; You have my voice.
Bre. And mine;—yet wee'll proceed As judgement shall direct us.
Vand. 'Tis my purpose.
Bar. In this disgrace I have one foote on his neck; Ere long Ile set the other on his head And sinck him to the Center.
Leid. Looke to the dores there.
[Exeunt.
SCAENA 3.
Enter[150] Pr. of Orange, Gra: William,
Collonells & Captaines.
Or. I, now methincks I feele the happynes
Of being sproong from such a noble father,
That sacrifizd his honour, life and fortune
For his lov'd Cuntry. Now the blood and kindred
Of Horne and Egmont (Memories great Martires),
That must outlive all Alva's Tirranies
And when their Stories told ev'n shake his ashes,
Methincks through theis vaines now, now at this instant,
I feele their Cuntries losse; I feele[151] too—