ks,
flatter him, and profess much Friendship to him, you may betray him with
the more facility.

_Whit._ Madam, you counsel well. [Ex. _Page_.

_Page_ re-enters with Lord _Fleetwood_.

_Lam._ My good Lord, your most submissive Servant.

_Whit._ My gracious Lord, I am your Creature-- your Slave--

_Fleet._ I profess ingeniously, I am much engag'd to you, my good Lords;
I hope things are now in the Lard's handling, and will go on well for
his Glory and my Interest, and that all my good People of _England_ will
do things that become good Christians.

_Whit._ Doubt us not, my good Lord; the Government cannot be put into
abler Hands than those of your Lordship; it has hitherto been in the
hard Clutches of _Jews, Infidels_, and _Pagans_.

_Fleet._ Yea, verily, Abomination has been in the Hands of Iniquity.

_Lam._ But, my Lord, those Hands, by my good Conduct, are now cut off,
and our Ambition is, your Lordship wou'd take the Government upon you.

_Fleet._ I profess, my Lord, by yea and nay, I am asham'd of this
Goodness, in making me the Instrument of saving Grace to this Nation;
'tis the great Work of the Lard.

_L. Lam._ The Lard! Sir, I'll assure you the Lard has the least Hand in
your good Fortune; I think you ought to ascribe it to the Cunning and
Conduct of my Lord here, who so timely abandon'd the Interest of
_Richard_.

_Fleet._ Ingeniously I must own, your good Lord can do much, and has
done much; but 'tis our Method to ascribe all to the Powers above.

_L. Lam._ Then I must tell you, your Method's an ungrateful Method.

_Lam._ Peace, my Love.

_Whit._ Madam, this is the Cant we must delude the Rabble with.

_L. Lam._ Then let him use it there, my Lord, not amongst us, who so
well understand one another.

_Lam._ Good Dear, be pacified-- and tell me, shall the Gentlemen without
have Admittance?

_L. Lam._ They may. [_Page_ goes out.

Enter _Hewson_, _Desbro_, _Duckenfield_, _Wariston_, and _Cobbet_.

_War._ Guds Benizon light on yu, my gued Loords, for this Day's Work;
Madam, I kiss your white Honds.

_Duc._ My Lord, I have not been behind-hand in this Day's turn of State.

_Lam._ 'Tis confess'd, Sir; what would you infer from that?

_Duc._ Why, I wou'd know how things go; who shall be General, who
Protector?

_Hews._ My Friend has well translated his meaning.

_L. Lam._ Fy, how that filthy Cobler Lord betrays his Function.

_Duc._ We're in a Chaos, a Confusion, as we are.