Prov. Cleere all the Skaffold; Let no more into th'Court; we are choakd with people.
Bar. You are curteous in your preparations, gentlemen,
1 Lord. You must ascend, Sir.
Bar. Feareles I will, my lords,
And, what you can inflict, as feareles suffer.
Thus high you raise me, a most glorious kindnes
For all my Cares! For my most faithfull service
For you and for the State thus ye promote me!
I thanck ye, Cuntrymen, most nobely thanck ye.
—Pull of my Gowne. Of what place are ye, frend?
Exec. Of Utrich, Sir.
Bar. Of Utrich! Wherefore, prethee, Art thou appointed here?
Exec. To tell you true, Sir, I won this place at dyce: we were three appointed.
Bar. Am I becom a generall game? a Rest[212]
For every Slave to pull at? Thanck ye still:
You are growne the noblest in your favours, gentlemen.
—What's that hangs there? what Coffin?
Lord. How it stirrs him.
2 Lord. The body, Sir, of Leidenberch[213] the Traitour.