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HCRABAR16UPU (BAR:M:1:) <Actus pri9: Scaea. pria>. <Enter Barnauelt, Modes|bargen, Leidenberch>, <Vandermitten>. <Bar>. The <Prince> of <Orange> now, all names are lost els that hee^s alone the Father of his Cuntrie[, said you not soe[ <Leid>. I speake the peoples Language <Bar>. That to his Arme, z Sword, the <Prouinces> owe their flourishing peace[, That hee^s the Armyes soule by which it moves to Victorie[ <Mod>. So ^tis said, Sr. <Leid>. nay: more: that without him, dispaire, and ruyn(n) had ceaizd on all, and buried quick our safeties. <Vand>. That not had he in Act, betterd #or Counsailes and in his execution set them #of, all we designd had ben but as a tale forgot as soone as told. <Leid>. and with such Zeale this is deliuerd, that the <Prince> beleeves it; For Greatnes in hir owne worth, confident doth neuer waigh, but with a covetous hand hir lightest meritts: and who add the scale seldom offend. <Vand>. ^Tis this that swells his pride beyond those . . .
