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Seeing
this
disposition
,
King
Mob
,
who
fully
appreciated
the
laudable
intentions
of
his
own
beloved
militia
,
shouted
most
lustily
,
--
"
Hurrah
for
the
burghers
!
"
As
to
Count
Tilly
,
who
was
as
prudent
as
he
was
firm
,
he
began
to
parley
with
the
burghers
,
under
the
protection
of
the
cocked
pistols
of
his
dragoons
,
explaining
to
the
valiant
townsmen
,
that
his
order
from
the
States
commanded
him
to
guard
the
prison
and
its
approaches
with
three
companies
.
"
Wherefore
such
an
order
?
Why
guard
the
prison
?
"
cried
the
Orangists
.
"
Stop
,
"
replied
the
Count
,
"
there
you
at
once
ask
me
more
than
I
can
tell
you
.
I
was
told
,
'
Guard
the
prison
,
'
and
I
guard
it
.
You
,
gentlemen
,
who
are
almost
military
men
yourselves
,
you
are
aware
that
an
order
must
never
be
gainsaid
.
"
"
But
this
order
has
been
given
to
you
that
the
traitors
may
be
enabled
to
leave
the
town
.
"
"
Very
possibly
,
as
the
traitors
are
condemned
to
exile
,
"
replied
Tilly
.
"
But
who
has
given
this
order
?
"
"
The
States
,
to
be
sure
!
"
"
The
States
are
traitors
.
"
