Enter Barnavelt (in his studdy).
Bar. This from the King of Fraunce, of much importance,
And this from Englands Queene, both mightie Princes
And of immortall memories: here the Rewards sett,—
They lou'd me both. The King of Swechland this,
About a Truyce; his bounty, too. What's this?
From the Elector Palatine of Brandenburge,
To doe him faire and acceptable offices:
I did so; a rich iewell and a chaine he sent me.
The Count of Solems, and this from his faire Countess
About compounding of a busines:
I did it and I had their thancks. Count Bentham,
The Archbishop of Cullen, Duke of Brunswick,
Grave Embden: theis from Citties, theis from Provinces;
Petitions theis; theis from the States for places.
Have I held correspondence with theis Princes,
And had their loves, the molding of their busines,
Trusted with their most secreat purposes?
Of every State acquainted with the misteries?
And must I stick here now, stick unreleevd, too?
Must all theis glories vanish into darknes,
And Barnavelt passe with 'em and glide away
Like a spent exhalation? I cannot hold;
I am crackt too deepe alredy. What have I don
I cannot answeare? Foole! remember not
Fame has too many eares and eyes to find thee!
What help, ô miserable man? none left thee.
What constant frends? 'tis now a cryme to know thee
… … … be death.
Enter Servant.
Serv. My Lady would entreat, Sir—
Bar. My head? What art thou? from whom sent?
Serv. Heaven blesse me!
Bar. Are they so greedy of my blood?—O, pardon me: I know thee now; thou art my honest Servant. What would thy Lady?
Serv. Your Company to supper, Sir.
Bar. I cannot eate; I am full alredy, tell hir:
Bid hir sitt downe: full, full, too full. [Exit Serv.
My thancks
Poyzd equally with those faire services
I have done the States, I should walk confidently
Upon this high-straind danger. O, this end swayes me,
A heavy bad opinion is fixt here
That pulls me of; and I must downe for ever.
Enter Daughter[183]