Volume I Part 119 (2/2)

_Cob._ Brotherly Love ought to go along with us-- but, under favour, when this is gone, where shall we raise new Supplies?

_Lam._ We'll tax the Nation high, the City higher, They are our Friends, our most obsequious Slaves, Our Dogs to fetch and carry, our very a.s.ses--

_Lov._ And our Oxes, with the help of their Wives. [Aside.

_Lam._ Besides, the City's rich, and near her time, I hope, of being deliver'd.

_War._ Wons a gued, wad I'd the laying o' her, she shou'd be sweetly brought to Bed, by my Sol.

_Des._ The City cares for no _Scotch_ Pipers, my Lord.

_War._ By my Sol, but she has danc'd after the gued Pipe of Reformation, when the Covenant Jigg gang'd maryly round, Sirs.

_Clerk._ My Lords, here are some poor malignant Pet.i.tioners.

_Lam._ Oh, turn 'em out, here's nothing for 'em; these Fellows were pet.i.tioning my Lady to day-- I thought she had given you a satisfactory Answer,

_Lov._ She did indeed, my Lord: but 'tis a hard Case, to take away a Gentleman's Estate, without convicting him of any Crime.

_Lam._ Oh, Sir, we shall prove that hereafter.

_Lov._ But to make sure Work, you'll hang a Man first and examine his Offence afterwards; a Plague upon your Consciences: My Friend here had a little fairer Play; your Villains, your Witnesses in Pension swore him a Colonel for our glorious Master, of ever blessed Memory, at eight Years old; a Plague upon their Miracles.

_Fleet._ Ingeniously, Sirrah, you shall be pillory'd for defaming our reverend Witnesses: Guards, take 'em to your Custody both.

_Free._ d.a.m.n it, I shall miss my a.s.signation with Lady _Desbro_; a Pox of your unnecessary prating, what shall I do?

[Guards take 'em away.

_Lam._ And now, my Lords, we have finished the Business of the Day.

My good Lord _Fleetwood_, I am entirely yours, and at our next sitting shall approve my self your Creature--

_Whit._ My good Lord, I am your submissive Va.s.sal.

_War._ Wons, my Lord, I scorn any Man shou'd be mere yare Va.s.sal than Archibald Johnson.

[To _Fleetwood_.

[Ex. All.

SCENE II. _A Chamber in Lady _Desbro's_ House._

Enter La. _Desbro_, and _Corporal_ in haste.

_L. Des._ Seiz'd on, secur'd! Was there no time but this? What made him at the Committee, or when there why spoke he honest Truth? What shall I do, good Corporal? Advise; take Gold, and see if you can corrupt his Guards: but they are better paid for doing Mischief; yet try, their Consciences are large.

[Gives him Gold.

_Cor._ I'll venture my Life in so good a Cause, Madam. [Exit.

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