s fellow here? Whether would ye, Sir?

_Serv_. Sir, to desire accesse unto my Lord
Were to ask that I know must be denide,
And therefore I forbeare it; but intreating
What cannot wrong you in the graunt, I hope
To find you curteous.

_Pro_. What's the Suit?

_Serv_. This onely:
My Lord, your prisoner, for my service gave me
A poore house with an Orchard in the Cuntry.
The fruites of which he did not scorne to taste of
In th'height of his prosperitie; but of all
That pleasd his pallat there was one faire tree,
On which theis Peares grew, which by his appointment
Were still reservd for him, and as a Rent
Due for my Living I stood bound to tender.
Theis, yf you please, the last I shall pay to him,
I would present him with, by what Attorney
Your goodnes shall prescribe me.

_Prov_. They are faire Peares,
Exceeding faire ones: ile make bold with one,
The rest beare to him.

_Serv_. [aside[200]] All wilbe discoverd,
I am glad I am got off, yet. [_Exit_.

_Enter Provosts Wife_[201].

_Prov_. What make you here?
Do you come to traile a pike or use a Musket?

_Wife_. For neither, Sir; I came to see you.

_Pro_. Home!
This is no place for women. To your Gossips!
This burthen would become a Chamber better.

_Wife_. 'Tis a faire Peare.

_Prov_. You long for't: pray you take it,
You are priviledgd now to beg.--Ha! charmes in't? stay,
Give mee't. I would not for a thousand dollars
This had byn undiscoverd. Pray you goe home;
At night ile see you.

_Wife_. You know my obedience
And I must practise it.

_Prov_. Make out for the fellow
That came with this device. 'Twas queintly carried:
The stalke pluckt cleanly out, and in the quill
This scroll conveyd. What ere it be the Prince
Shall instantly peruse it.

_Enter Orange, Wm., Vandort, Bredero_.

_Or_. How came you by this?

_Prov_. I intercepted it in a dish of Peares
Brought by a man of _Barnavelts_, but sent to him
From some of better ranck.

_Or_. See what is written here,--
'You have frends left and therefore, Sir, dispaire not.'

_Vand_. 'Tis this that feeds his Insolence, theis are they
That, when they should have paid their prairs for him
As for a guilty man, adoarnd his house
In the dispight of us and of our Justice.

_Bred_. But such shall find their flattering breath but makes
The fire, our Cuntries safetie byds us cherish,
To burne with greater heate.

_Vand_. And so consume him.

_Or_. The freedom of our goverment, and o