Volume I Part 117 (1/2)

_Fleet._ Amen.

_Due._ I'd rather see it there than in your Hand-- [Aside.

_Fleet._ For we are, as it were, a Body without a Head; or, to speak more learnedly, an Animal inanimate.

_Hew._ My Lord, let us use, as little as we can, the Language of the Beast, hard Words; none of your Eloquence, it savoureth of Monarchy.

_Lam._ My Lord, you must give Men of Quality leave to speak in a Language more gentile and courtly than the ordinary sort of Mankind.

_Hew._ My Lord, I am sorry to hear there are any of Quality among this honourable Dissembly.

[Stands up.

_Cob._ a.s.sembly, my Lord--

_Hew._ Well, you know my meaning; or if there be any such, I'm sorry they should own themselves of Quality.

_Due._ How! own themselves Gentlemen! Death, Sir, d'ye think we were all born Coblers?

_Hew._ Or if you were not, the more the pity, for little _England_, I say.

[In a heat.

_Fleet._ Verily, my Lords, Brethren should not fall out, it is a Scandal to the good Cause, and maketh the wicked rejoice.

_War._ Wons, and theys garr the loosey Proverb on't te, _when loons gang together by th' luggs, gued men get their ene._

_All._ He, he, he.

_Due._ He calls you Knaves by Craft, my Lords.

_War._ Bread a gued, take't among ye, Gentlemen, I's ment weel.

_Fleet._ I profess, my Lord _Wariston_, you make my Hair stand an end to hear how you swear.

_War._ Wons, my Loord, I's swear as little as your Lords.h.i.+p, only I's swear out, and ye swallow aud.

_Due._ There's a Bone for you to pick, my Lord.

_All._ He, he, he.

_Lam._ We give my Lord _Wariston_ leave to jest.

_Des._ But what's this to the Government all this while? A dad I shall sit so late, I shall have no time to visit my Horses, therefore proceed to the Point.

_Hew._ Ay, to the Point, my Lords; the Gentleman that spoke last spoke well.

_Cob._ Well said, Brother, I see you will in time speak properly.

_Duc._ But to the Government, my Lords! [Beats the Table.

_Lam._ Put 'em off of this Discourse, my Lord. [Aside to _War._