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Who durst deliver him this quant.i.ty of Wine?

Send strait in my Name, to summon all the Drunken Committee of Safety into my Presence.

By Heav'n, I'll show you, Sir-- yes they shall See what a fine King they're like to have In Honest, Gadly, Sober, Wise _Jack Lambert_.

--Nay, I'll do't; d'ye think to take away my Honour thus?

I, who by my sole Politicks and Management Have set you up, Villain of Villains, Sirrah.

--Away-- summon 'em all. [To _Gilliflower_.

_Lam._ Stay-- be not so rash; who was beneath the Carpet?

_L. Lam._ I will not answer thee.

_Lam._ Nor any living thing?

_L. Lam._ No Creature in the Room, thou silly Ideot, but _Gilliflower_ and I-- at our Devotion, praying to Heav'n for your Success to morrow-- and am I thus rewarded?

[Weeps, _Gill._ weeps too.

_Lam._ My Soul, I cannot bear the Sight of Tears From these dear Charming Eyes.

_L. Lam._ No matter, Sir, the Committee shall right me.

_Lam._ Upon my Knees I ask thy Pardon, Dear; by all that's good, I wou'd have sworn I'd felt something stir beneath me as I sat, which threw me over.

_L. Lam._ Only your Brains turn'd round with too much drinking and dancing, Exercises you are not us'd to-- go sleep, and settle 'em, for I'll not deign to Bed with you to night-- retire, as e'er you hope to have my Aid in your Advancement to the Crown.

_Lam._ I'm gone-- and once more pardon my Mistake.

[Bows, and goes out. Ex. _Gill._

_L. Lam._ --So, this fighting Fool, so wors.h.i.+pp'd by the Rabble, How meanly can a Woman make him sneak?-- The happy Night's our own-- [To _Loveless_.

Enter _Gill._ _Loveless_.

_Lov._ Excellent Creature, how I do adore thee!

_L. Lam._ But you, perhaps, are satisfied already--

_Lov._ Never; shou'dst thou be kind to all Eternity. Thou hast one Virtue more, I pay thee Homage for; I heard from the Alcove how great a Mistress thou art in the dear Mystery of Jilting.

_L. Lam._ That's the first Lesson Women learn in Conventicles, Religion teaches those Maxims to our s.e.x: by this _Kings are deposed, and Commonwealths are rul'd; By Jilting all the Universe is fool'd._ [Exeunt.

ACT V.

SCENE I. _A Street._

Enter _Corporal_, half drest; with Soldiers, Joyner, and Felt-maker.

_Cor._ Ha, Rogues, the City-Boys are up in Arms; brave Boys, all for the King now!

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