I hate the Memory of that Tyrant Oliver.

_Whit._ So do I, now he's dead, and serves my Ends no more. I lov'd the
Father of the great Heroick, whilst he had Power to do me good: he
failing, Reason directed me to the Party then prevailing, the Fag-end of
the Parliament: 'tis true, I took the Oath of Allegiance, as Oliver,
your Lordship, Tony, and the rest did, without which we could not have
sat in that Parliament; but that Oath was not for our Advantage, and so
better broke than kept.

_Lam._ I am of your Opinion, my Lord.

_Whit._ Let Honesty and Religion preach against it. But how cou'd I have
serv'd the Commons by deserting the King? how have I show'd my self
loyal to your Interest, by fooling Fleet-wood, in the deserting of Dick;
by dissolving the honest Parliament, and bringing in the odious Rump?
how cou'd I have flatter'd Ireton, by telling him Providence brought
thingsabout, when 'twas mere Knavery all; and that the Hand of the Lord
was in't, when I knew the Devil was in't? or indeed, how cou'd I now
advise you to be King, if I had started at Oaths, or preferr'd Honesty
or Divinity before Interest and the Good Old Came?

_Lam._ Nay,'tis most certain, he that will live in this World, must be
endu'd with the three rare Qualities of Dissimulation, Equivocation, and
mental Reservation.

_Whit._ In which Excellency, Heav'n be prais'd, we out-do the Jesuits.

Enter Lady _Lambert_.

_L. Lam._ I'm glad to see you so well employ'd, my Lord, as in Discourse
with my Lord Whitlock, he's of our Party, and has Wit.

_Whit._ Your Honour graces me too much.

_Lam._ My Lord, my Lady is an absolute States-woman.

_L. Lam._ Yes, I think things had not arriv'd to this exalted height,
nor had you been in prospect of a Crown, had not my Politicks exceeded
your meaner Ambition.

_Lam._ I confess, I owe all my good Fortune to thee.

Enter _Page_.

_Page._ My Lord, my Lord _Wariston_, Lord _Hewson_, Colonel _Cobbet_,
and Colonel _Duckenfield_ desire the Honour of waiting on you.

_L. Lam._ This has a Face of Greatness-- let 'em wait a while i'th'
Antichamber.

_Lam._ My Love, I would have 'em come in.

_L. Lam._ You wou'd have 'em! you wou'd have a Fool's Head of your own;
pray let me be Judge of what their Duty is, and what your Glory: I say
I'll have 'em wait.

_Page._ My Lord _Fleetwood_ too is just alighted, shall lie wait too,
Madam?

_L. Lam._ He may approach: and d'ye hear-- put on your fawning Loo