Free._ You wou'd suspect my Love then, and swear that all the Adoration
I pay you, were, as we do to Heav'n, for Interest only.

_L. Des._ How you mistake my Love, but do so still, so you will let me
give these-- Proofs of it.
[Gives him Gold.

_Free._ Thus, like _Atlante_, you drop Gold in my Pursuit
To Love, I may not over-take you:
What's this to giving me one happy minute?
Take back your Gold, and give me current Love,
The Treasure of your Heart, not of your Purse--
When shall we meet, _Maria_?

_L. Des._ You know my leisure Hours are when my Honourable Lord is
busied in Affairs of State, or at his Prayers; from which long-winded
Exercise I have of late withdrawn my self: three Hours by the Clock he
prays extemporary, which is, for National and Household Blessings: For
the first-- 'tis to confound the Interest of the King, that the Lard
wou'd deliver him, his Friends, Adherers and Allies, wheresoever
scatter'd about the Face of the whole Earth, into the Clutches of the
Righteous: Press 'em, good Lard, even as the Vintager doth the Grape in
the Wine-Press, till the Waters and gliding Channels are made red with
the Blood of the Wicked.
[In a Tone.

_Free._ And grant the Faithful to be mighty, and to be strong in
Persecution; and more especially, ah! I beseech thee confound that
malignant Tory _Freeman_-- that he may never rise up in judgment against
thy Servant, who has taken from him his Estate, his Sustenance and
Bread; give him Grace of thy infinite Mercy, to hang himself, if thy
People can find no zealous Witnesses to swear him to the Gallows
legally. Ah, we have done very much for thee, Lard, thou shoud'st
consider us thy Flock, and we shou'd be as good to thee in another
thing.
[In a Tone.

_L. Des._ Thou hit'st the zealous Twang right; sure thou hast been
acquainted with some of 'em.

_Free._ Damn 'em, no; what honest Man wou'd keep 'em Company, where
harmless Wit and Mirth's a Sin, laughing scandalous, and a merry Glass
Abomination?

_L. Des._ Yes, if you drink Healths, my wicked Brother: otherwise, to be
silently drunk, to be as abusive and satirical as you please, upon the
Heroicks, is allowable-- for laughing, 'tis not indeed so well; but the
precise Sneer and Grin is lawful; no swearing indeed, but lying and
dissimulation in abundance. I'll assure you, they drink as deep, and
entertain themselves as well with this silent way of leud Debauchery,
as you with all your Wit an