savoureth of Monarchy.

_Lam._ My Lord, you must give Men of Quality leave to speak in a
Language more gentile and courtly than the ordinary sort of Mankind.

_Hew._ My Lord, I am sorry to hear there are any of Quality among this
honourable Dissembly.
[Stands up.

_Cob._ Assembly, my Lord--

_Hew._ Well, you know my meaning; or if there be any such, I'm sorry
they should own themselves of Quality.

_Due._ How! own themselves Gentlemen! Death, Sir, d'ye think we were all
born Coblers?

_Hew._ Or if you were not, the more the pity, for little _England_,
I say.
[In a heat.

_Fleet._ Verily, my Lords, Brethren should not fall out, it is a Scandal
to the good Cause, and maketh the wicked rejoice.

_War._ Wons, and theys garr the loosey Proverb on't te, _when loons gang
together by th' luggs, gued men get their ene._

_All._ He, he, he.

_Due._ He calls you Knaves by Craft, my Lords.

_War._ Bread a gued, take't among ye, Gentlemen, I's ment weel.

_Fleet._ I profess, my Lord _Wariston_, you make my Hair stand an end to
hear how you swear.

_War._ Wons, my Loord, I's swear as little as your Lordship, only I's
swear out, and ye swallow aud.

_Due._ There's a Bone for you to pick, my Lord.

_All._ He, he, he.

_Lam._ We give my Lord _Wariston_ leave to jest.

_Des._ But what's this to the Government all this while? A dad I shall
sit so late, I shall have no time to visit my Horses, therefore proceed
to the Point.

_Hew._ Ay, to the Point, my Lords; the Gentleman that spoke last spoke
well.

_Cob._ Well said, Brother, I see you will in time speak properly.

_Duc._ But to the Government, my Lords! [Beats the Table.

_Lam._ Put 'em off of this Discourse, my Lord. [Aside to _War._

_Des._ My Lord _Wariston_, move it, you are Speaker.

_War._ The Diel a me, Sirs, and noo ya talk of a Speaker, I's tell ye a
blithe Tale.

_Fleet._ Ingeniously, my Lord, you are to blame to swear so.

_Lam._ Your Story, my Lord.

_War._ By my Sol, mon, and there war a poor Woman the other Day, begg'd
o'th' Carle the Speaker, but he'd give her nought unless she'd let a
Feart; wons at last a Feart she lat. Ay marry, quoth the Woman, noo my
Rump has a Speaker te.

_All._ He, he, he.

_Due._ But to our Bus'ness--

_Des._ Bus'ness; ay, there's the thing, I've a World on't. I shou'd go
and bespeak a Pair of Mittins and Shears for my Hedger and Shearer,
a pair of Cards for my Thrasher, a Scythe for my Mow