thro that sanctified Dog's Face of yours; and so get ye gone,
ye Rascals, and delude the Rabble with your canting Politicks.
[Every one beats 'em.

_Felt._ Nay, an you be in Wrath, I'll leave you.

_Joy._ No matter, Sir, I'll make you know I'm a Freeborn Subject,
there's Law for the Righteous, Sir, there's Law.
[Go out.

_Cor._ There's Halters, ye Rogues--

_2 Sold._ Come, Lads, let's to the Tavern, and drink Success to Change;
I doubt not but to see 'em chop about, till it come to our great Hero
again-- Come to the Tavern.

[Going out, are met by _Loveless_ and _Freeman_, who enter, and
stay the _Corporal_.

_Cor._ I'll follow ye, Comrade, presently.

[Ex. the rest of the Soldiers.

--Save ye, noble Colonel.

_Free._ How is't, Corporal?

_Cor._ A brave World, Sir, full of Religion, Knavery, and Change:
we shall shortly see better Days.

_Free._ I doubt it, Corporal.

_Cor._ I'll warrant you, Sir,-- but have you had never a Billet, no
Present, nor Love-- remembrance to day, from my good Lady _Desbro_?

_Free._ None, and wonder at it. Hast thou not seen her Page to day?

_Cor._ Faith, Sir, I was imploy'd in Affairs of State, by our Protector
that shall be, and could not call.

_Free._ Protector that shall be! who's that, _Lambert_, or _Fleetwood_,
or both?

_Cor._ I care not which, so it be a Change; but I mean the General:--
but, Sir, my Lady _Desbro_ is now at Morning-Lecture here hard by, with
the Lady _Lambert_.

_Lov._ Seeking the Lord for some great Mischief or other.

_Free._ We have been there, but could get no opportunity of speaking to
her-- _Loveless_, know this Fellow-- he's honest and true to the Hero,
tho a Red-Coat. I trust him with my Love, and have done with my Life.

_Lov._ Love! Thou canst never make me believe thou art earnestly in love
with any of that damn'd Reformation.

_Free._ Thou art a Fool; where I find Youth and Beauty, I adore, let the
Saint be true or false.

_Lov._ 'Tis a Scandal to one of us to converse with 'em; they are all
sanctify'd Jilts; and there can neither be Credit nor Pleasure in
keeping 'em company; and 'twere enough to get the Scandal of an Adherer
to their devilish Politicks, to be seen with 'em.

_Free._ What, their Wives?

_Lov._ Yes, their Wives. What seest thou in 'em but Hypocrisy? Make love
to 'em, they answer in Scripture.

_Free._ Ay, and lie with you in Scripture too. Of all Whores, give me
your zealous Whore; I