Enter Captaine with Modesbargen.
Or. Ha! do's that startle you?
Bar. [aside[192] I must collect myself.
Or. You shall heare more.
Modesb. O, Mounseiur Barnavelt, do we meet thus?
I am as sorry to behold you there
As know myself a Prisoner. Now you perceive
To what a desperate state your headlong Counsells
And rash designes have brought us: to stand out now
Were to no purpose, for, alas, they have
Too pregnant prooffes against us.
Bar. You that feele
The horrour of fowle guilt in your falce bosom
Confes yourself soe; my strong Inocence
To the death stands constant.
Or. Take Modesbargen in.
[Exit Cap. and Modesb.]
Vand. This is an impudence I never read of.
But now wee'll show thee, miserable man,
Such further prooffes as would call up a blush
Upon the devills cheeke. Looke upon this,
Signd by the Governor, Chauncellor and Counsell
Of Gilderland and Zutphen, who here name thee
The roote and head of the late Schisme.
Bred. And this
Sent from the Lords of Utrecht, where 'tis prov'd
That the new Companies were raisd by you,
And to what purpose.