Wife. All thancks, kind frends, that a sad house can give ye
Pray you receive; for I rest well assurd,
Though theis sports are unseasonable here,
They testifie your loves; and, if my Lord
Ere live to be himself againe, I know
He will remember it.
1 Burg. Now for the Daunce, Boyes.
Wife. Ther's something for your paines: drinck it, I pray.
2 Burg. To a doyt, my vroa, to thy Lords health and thyne. The Bree[189] for his Excellencie and the Heeres That love him not. Ten hundred thousand blessings To him and thee, my vroa. [Daunce.
Wife. I thanck you, frend. [Exeunt.
SCAENA 5.
Enter Orange, Bredero, Vandort, William, Lords. [Table.
Vand. Let him be sent for presently: he shall know, [A Bar brought in. Were he ten times more popular, his frends And flatterers Centuple, the Sword of Justice Shall fall on him as on the meanest man Since he deserves it.
Enter Provost, Captaines & Guard with Barnavelt.
Pro. Make roome for the Prisoner.