Leid. Will your Grace be pleasd to heare?
Or. Yes, at the Hage, Sir, Till when bethinck you of your acts and answeares, For there before the generall State—Where's Modesbargen?
Cap. He left the Towne two daies agoe.
Or. A guilty feare,
But we shall fright him worsse. Good order take
For the Towne, and what fitt Garrison to leave in't.
We are homeward bound, where we shall make you wellcom,
You have instructed us in what free fashion.
Come, Gentlemen, let's now goe take our rest:
Prowd confidence is but a foole at best.
[Exeunt.
Actus Tercius.
SCAENA PRIMA.
Enter Bredero, Vandort.[165]
Bre. Myne Heire Vandort, what thinck ye of the Prince now?
Vandort. Like a true noble Gentlemen he has borne himself
And a faire fortunate Soldier: I hold the State, Sir,
Most happie in his care, and this torne Cuntry,
Whose wounds smart yet, most bound to his deliveraunce.