_Vand_. This is a point you often choose to treat of, And yet some part of theis good services None will deny you.
_Or_. But to ingrosse all Would argue me your ward, should I give way too't, And these grave Lords your Schollers.
_Bar_. In the Art Of Goverment they scornd not once to be soe, Nor you to give me hearing: and if ever 'Twer lawful th' unthanckfull men t'upbraid Unequall benefitts, let it not in me Be now held glorious if I speake my best. I have five times in regall Embassies Byn sent the principall Agent for theis Cuntries, And for your good have spoken face to face With mightie Kings: twyce with that virgin Queene, Our Patronesse of happie memory, _Elizabeth_ of _England_; twyce in _Fraunce_ With that invincible King that worthely (Though dead) is still'd the _Great, Henry_ the _fourth_; Once with the King of _Britaine_ that now is: Yet let my greatest Enemy name the least Of theis so high Imployments in which I Treated without advantage, and returnd not With proffitt, as with honour, to my Cuntry, And let me fall beneath the worst aspersion His mallice can throw on me. Besides Soldiers So often levied by my meanes for you, Which to particularize were teadious, Two millions and five hundred thousand pounds, For which the Provinces stood bound, I wrought Freely to be dischargd; the Townes they pawnd To be deliverd up; and after all Theis meritorious and prosperous travells T'unyte theis States, can _Barnavelt_ be suspected To be the authour to undoe that knot Which with such toyle he fastend[190].
_Or_. Pawse, I beseech you, And while you gather breath to fill the Trumpet Of your deserts give me leave to deliver A litle for the States and mine owne honour. We have heard a glorious Catalogue of your vertues But not one vice or slip of yours rememberd; But I will help your memory:--who was he That gave intelligence of my sodaine comming To surprize _Antwerpe_? They that brought the Letters Were knowne and but from you could have no notice Of any such design. Who hinderd me From rescuing of _Rheinberch_ in the last Seige? Who warranted the yeilding of it up Without necessitie to the Governour? Who was the cause no greater powre was sent Against the Enemie when he past the Rhine And tooke the Townes of _Oldensell, Lingen, Groll_? To thinck of this would give a litle vent To the windy bladder of your vanitie Which you have blowne to an unlymitted vastnes. Your Insolence to me before the Battaile Of _Flaunders_ I forget[191].-- Call in _Modesbargen_.