of a Lord reduc'd to his
Cobler's-Stall again, or more deserv'dly hang'd, that has it.

_L. Lam._ I thought 'twas some such Grievance-- but you must keep a good
Tongue in your Head, lest you be hang'd for _Scandalum Magnatum_--
there's Law for ye, Sir.

_Lov._ No matter, then I shall be free from a damn'd Commonwealth,
as you are pleas'd to call it, when indeed 'tis but a mungrel, mangy,
Mock-Monarchy.

_L. Lam._ Is it your business, Sir, to rail?

_Lov._ You rais'd the Devil, Madam.

_Page._ Madam, shall I call your Highness's Guards, and secure the
Traitor?

_L. Lam._ No, that you may see how little I regard or fear him; leave us
all--
[Ex. all but _Gill._
We'll trust our Person in his Hands alone--
--Now, Sir-- Your Bus'ness? [Smilingly approaches him.

_Lav._ Madam, I waited here by your Commands.

_L. Lam._ How shall I tell him that I love him, Gilliflower?

_Gill._ Easily, Madam, tell him so in plain _English_. Madam,'tis great;
Women of your exalted height ever speak first; you have no Equals dare
pretend to speak of Love to you.

_L. Lam._ Thou art i'th' right-- Do'st know my Quality, and thy own
Poverty? And hast thou nothing to ask that I may grant?

_Lav._ Sure she loves me! and I, frail Flesh and Blood, Cannot resist
her Charms; but she's of the damn'd Party.
[Aside.

_L. Lam._ Are all your Party, Sir, so proud?

_Lov._ But what have I to do with Religion! Is Beauty the worse, or a
kind Wench to be refus'd for Conventickling? She lives high on the
Spoils of a glorious Kingdom, and why may not I live upon the Sins of
the Spoiler?
[Aside.

_L. Lam._ Sir-- you are poor!

_Lov._ So is my Prince; a Plague on the occasion.

_L. Lam._ I think you are-- no Fool too.

_Lov._ I wou'd I were, then I had been a Knave, had thriv'd, and
possibly by this time had been tugging for rifled Crowns and Kingdoms.

_L. Lam._ This Satir ill befits my present Bus'ness with you-- you--
want some Necessaries-- as Clothes, and Linen too; and 'tis great pity
so proper a Man shou'd want Necessaries. _Gilliflower_-- take my Cabinet
Key, and fetch the Purse of Broad-pieces that lies in the lower Drawer;
'tis a small Present, Sir, but 'tis an Earnest of my farther Service.
[_Gill._ goes out and returns with a Purse.

_Lov._ I'm angry, that I find one Grain of Generosity in this whole Race
of Hypocrites.
[Aside.

_L. Lam._ Here, Sir,'tis only for your present use; for Clothes-- three