_Bar_. [aside[192]] He a prisoner, too! Then I am lost.
_Bar_. [aside[192]] I must collect myself.
_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.
_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.
_William_. To subvert Religion, To deface Justice and to breake the union And holly League betweene the _Provinces_.
[_Henry_.[193] The Proclamations are allowd by you Sent forth against the Protestants; and here Your resolution to degrade my Brother And then dispose of him as you thought fitt.]
_Vand_. Your plott here to withdraw all the old Soldiers From the Commandement of the States, and wyn them To serve for your ends in a Civill war.
_Bred_. To raise up Cittizen against Cittizen, Stranger gainst stranger, Soldier against Soldier, And Maiestrates against the Maiestrates.
_Or_. To waste the Land within that with lesse danger The forraigne Enemy might make his entraunce. Yf then this be not treacherie beyond All presidents of Traitours--
_Bar_. Give me Leave Onely to smile, then say all theis are falce, Your witnesses subornd, your testemonies And wrytings forgd, and this elaborate forme Of Justice to delude the world a cover For future practises: this I affirme Upon my soule[194]. Now when you please condempne me: I will not use one sillable for your mercy To have mine age renewd and once againe To see a second triumph of my glories. You rise, and I grow tedious; let me take My farwell of you yet, and at the place Where I have oft byn heard; and, as my life Was ever fertile of good councells for you, It shall not be in the last moment barren. _Octavius_[195], when he did affect the Empire And strove to tread upon the neck of _Rome_ And all hir ancient freedoms, tooke that course[196] That now is practisd on you; for the _Catos_ And all free sperritts slaine or els proscribd That durst have stir'd against him, he then sceasd The absolute rule of all. You can apply this[197]: And here I prophecie I, that have lyvd And dye a free man, shall when I am ashes Be sensible of your groanes and wishes for me; And when too late you see this Goverment Changd to a Monarchie[198] youll howle in vaine And wish you had a _Barnavelt_ againe. Now lead me where you will: a speedy Sentence: I am ready for it and 'tis all I ask you.