Volume I Part 111 (2/2)

Enter _Hewson_, _Desbro_, _Duckenfield_, _Wariston_, and _Cobbet_.

_War._ Guds Benizon light on yu, my gued Loords, for this Day's Work; Madam, I kiss your white Honds.

_Duc._ My Lord, I have not been behind-hand in this Day's turn of State.

_Lam._ 'Tis confess'd, Sir; what would you infer from that?

_Duc._ Why, I wou'd know how things go; who shall be General, who Protector?

_Hews._ My Friend has well translated his meaning.

_L. Lam._ Fy, how that filthy Cobler Lord betrays his Function.

_Duc._ We're in a Chaos, a Confusion, as we are.

_Hews._ Indeed the Commonwealth at present is out at Heels, and wants underlaying.

_Cob._ And the People expect something suddenly from us.

_Whit._ My Lords and Gentlemen, we must consider a while.

_War._ Bread a gued there's mickle Wisdom i'that, Sirs.

_Duc._ It ought to be consulted betimes, my Lord, 'tis a matter of Moment, and ought to be consulted by the whole Committee.

_Lam._ We design no other, my Lord, for which Reason at three a Clock we'll meet at _Wallingford_ House.

_Duc._ Nay, my Lord, do but settle the Affair, let's but know who's our Head, and 'tis no matter.

_Hews._ Ay, my Lord, no matter who; I hope 'twill be _Fleetwood_, for I have the length of his Foot already.

_Whit._ You are the leading Men, Gentlemen, your Voices will soon settle the Nation.

_Duc._ Well, my Lord, we'll not fail at three a Clock.

_Des._ This falls out well for me; for I've Business in _Smithfield_, where my Horses stand; and verily, now I think on't, the Rogue the Ostler has not given 'em Oates to day: Well, my Lords, farewel; if I come not time enough to _Wallingford_ House, keep me a Place in the Committee, and let my Voice stand for one, no matter who.

_War._ A gued Mon I's warrant, and takes muckle Pains for the Gued o'th'

Nation, and the Liberty o'th Mobily-- The Diel confound 'em aud.

_Lam._ Come, my Lord _Wariston_, you are a wise Man, what Government are you for.

_War._ Ene tol what ya please, my gued Loord. [Takes him aside.

_Lam._ What think you of a single Person here in my Lord _Fleetwood_?

_War._ Marry, Sir, and he's a brave Mon, but gen I may c.o.o.ncel, tak't for yar sel my gued Loord, ant be gued for him, 'tis ene gued for ya te.

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