on for it, I shall with all Humility espouse the Yoke, for the
Good of his People and mine; and so Gad with us, the Commonwealth of
_England_.
[Exeunt _Fleet._ _Desbro_, _Wariston_, _Due._ _Cob._ _Hews_, and
_Whit._

_L. Lam._ Poor deluded Wretch, 'tis not yet come to that.

_Lam._ No, my dear, the Voice will go clearly for me; what with Bribes
to some, Hypocrisy and Pretence of Religion to others, and promis'd
Preferments to the rest, I have engag'd 'em all.

_L. Lam._ And will you be a King?

_Lam._ You think that's so fine a thing-- but let me tell you, my Love,
a King's a Slave to a Protector, a King's ty'd up to a thousand Rules of
musty Law, which we can break at pleasure; we can rule without
Parliaments, at least chuse whom we please, make 'em agree to our
Proposals, or set a Guard upon 'em, and starve 'em till they do.

_L. Lam._ But their Votes are the strangest things-- that they must pass
for Laws; you were never voted King.

_Lam._ No, nor care to be: The sharpest Sword's my Vote, my Law, my
Title. They voted _Dick_ should reign, where is he now? They voted the
great Heroicks from the Succession; but had they Arms or Men, as I have,
you shou'd soon see what wou'd become of their Votes-- No, my Love! 'tis
this-- must make me King.
[His Sword.
Let _Fleetwood_ and the Rump go seek the Lard,
My Empire and my Trust is in my Sword.

ACT II.

SCENE I. _A Chamber of State in _Lambert's_ House._

Enter L. _Lambert_, _Gilliflower_, and Women-servants.

_L. Lam._ _Gilliflower_, has none been here to ask for any of my People,
in order to his approach to me?

_Gill._ None, Madam.

_L. Lam._ Madam! How dull thou art? wo't never learn to give me a better
Title than such an one as foolish Custom bestows on every common Wench?

_Gill._ Pardon my Ignorance, Madam.

_L. Lam._ Again Madam?

_Gill._ Really, Madam, I shou'd be glad to know by what other Title you
wou'd be distinguish'd?

_L. Lam._ Abominable dull! Do'st thou not know on what score my Dear is
gone to _Wallingford_ House?

_Gill._ I cannot divine, Madam.

_L. Lam._ Heaven help thy Ignorance! he's gone to be made Protector,
Fool, or at least a King, thou Creature; and from this Day I date my
self her Highness.

_Gill._ That will be very fine indeed, an't please your Highness.

_L. Lam._ I think 'twill sute better with my Person and Beauty than with
the other Woman-- what d'ye call her? Mrs. _Cromwell_-- my Shap