2 Cap. They'll stir so long till some of 'em will sinck for't, Some of the best I feare that glewd his faction; Their building lyes discoverd and their bases broken.
1 Cap. There is much money laid in every place, too, Hundreds and thousands, that they dare not strike him.
2 Cap. Give loosers leave to play the fooles; 'tis lost all.
Secure yourself he dyes; nor is it wisdom
To go an ace lesse with him: he is monstrous.
—The people hurry now; stand fast, he is comming.
Enter Provost, Soldiers & Executioners, with a Coffin & a Gibbett.
Pro. Make roome before! cleere all theis gaping people And stop their passage.
1 Cap. How now? What wonder's this?
Prov. Stay! or ile make ye stay: I charge ye stir not.
2 Cap. What thinck you now? dare not theis men do Justice? This is the body of Leidenberg, that killd himself To free his Cause: his shame has found him yet.
Prov. Up with him, come: set all your hands & heave him!
Exec. A plaguy, heavy Lubber! Sure this fellow
Has a bushell of plot in's belly, he weighes so massy.
Heigh! now againe! he stincks like a hung poll cat.
This rotten treason has a vengeance savour;
This venison wants pepper and salt abhominably.