d Mirth, your Healths of the Royal Family.

_Free._ Nay, I confess, 'tis a great Pleasure to cheat the World.

_L. Des._ 'Tis Power, as divine _Hobbes_ calls it.

_Free._ But what's all this to Love? Where shall we meet anon?

_L. Des._ I'll tell you, what will please you as well-- Your Friend is
within with her Highness that shall be, if the Devil and her Husband's
Politicks agree about the matter.

_Free._ Ha, has my cautious Railer manag'd matters so slyly?

_L. Des._ No, no, the matter was manag'd to his Hand; you see how Heav'n
brings things about, for the Good of your Party; this Business will be
worth to him at least a thousand Pound a year, or two, well manag'd--
But see, my Lady's Woman.

_Gil._ Oh, Madam, my Lord--
[Running cross the Stage into her Lady's Chamber.

_Free._ Death, how shall I bring my Friend off? he'll certainly be
ruin'd.

Enter _Gill._ _Lov._ and Lady _Lam._

_Gill._ Madam, he's coming up.

_Lov._ Madam, for my self I care not, but am much concern'd for you.
[L. _Lam._ takes two Papers out of her Pocket, and gives 'em to
_Lov._ and _Free_.

_L. Lam._ Here take these two Petitions, each of you one-- Poor
Fellows-- you may be gone, your Petitions will not be granted.

Enter _Lambert_.

_Lam._ How now, my Dear, what Petitions?-- Friends, what's your
Bus'ness?

_L. Lam._ 'Tis enough we know their Business, Love, we are sufficient to
dispatch such Suiters, I hope.

_Lam._ Pardon me, my Dear, I thought no harm; but I saw you frown, and
that made me concern'd.

_L. Lam._ Frown! 'Twou'd make any Body frown, to hear the Impudence of
Gentlemen, these Cavaliers-- wou'd you think it, my Dear, if this Fellow
has not the Impudence to petition for the Thirds of his Estate again,
so justly taken from him for bearing Arms for the Man?--

_L. Des._ Nay, I'm inform'd, that they, but two Nights ago, in a Tavern,
drunk a Health to the Man too.

_Lam._ How durst you, Sirrah, approach my Lady with any such saucy
Address? you have receiv'd our Answer.

_Lov._ Death, I have scarce Patience. [Aside.

_Free._ We knew, my Lord, the Influence your Ladies have over you, and
Women are more tender and compassionate naturally than Men; and, Sir,
'tis hard for Gentlemen to starve.

_L. Lam._ Have you not able Limbs? can ye not work?

_Lov._ Persons of our Education work!

_Lam._ Starve or beg then.

_L. Lam._ Education! why, I'll warrant there was that young Creature
th