er, and a Screen-Fan
for my Lady-Wife, and many other things; my Head's full of Bus'ness.
I cannot stay--

_Whit._ Fy, my Lord, will you neglect the bus'ness of the Day? We meet
to oblige the Nation, and gratify our Friends.

_Des._ Nay, I'll do any thing, so I may rise time enough to see my
Horses at Night.

_Lav._ Damn 'em, what stuff's here for a Council-Table?

_Free._ Where are our _English_ Spirits, that can be govern'd by such
Dogs as these?--

_Lam._ Clerk, read the Heads of what past at our last sitting.

_War._ In the first place, I must mind your Lordships tol consider those
that have been gued Members in the Commonwealth.

_Fleet._ We shall not be backward to gratify any that have serv'd the
Commonwealth.

_Whit._ There's Money enough; we have taxt the Nation high.

_Due._ Yes, if we knew where to find it: however, read.

_Clerk reads._] To _Walter Walton_, Draper, six thousand nine hundred
twenty nine Pounds six Shillings and five Pence, for Blacks for his
Highness's Funeral.

_Lam._ For the Devil's; put it down for _Oliver Cromwel's_ Funeral:
We'll have no Record rise up in Judgment for such a Villain.

_Lav._ How live Asses kick the dead Lion! [Aside.

_Due._ Hark ye, my Lords, we sit here to reward Services done to the
Commonwealth; let us consider whether this be a Service to the
Commonwealth or not?

_Lam._ However, we will give him Paper for't.

_Hews._ Ay, let him get his Money when he can.

_Lam._ Paper's not so dear, and the Clerk's Pains will be rewarded.

_War._ Right, my gued Lord,'sbred, that _Cromwel_ was th' faudest limmer
Loon that ever cam into lour Country, the faud Diel has tane him by th'
Luggs for robbing our Houses and Land.

_Fleet._ No swearing, my Lord.

_War._ Weel, weel, my Loord, I's larne to profess and lee as weel as
best on ya.

_Hews._ That may bring you profit, my Lord-- but, Clerk, proceed.

_Clerk reads._] To _Walter Frost_, Treasurer of the Contingencies,
twenty thousand Pounds. To _Thurloe_, Secretary to his Highness--

_Duc._ To old _Noll_.

_Clerk reads._] --Old Noll, ten thousand Pounds, for unknown Service
done the Commonwealth-- To Mr. _Hutchinson_, Treasurer of the Navy, two
hundred thousand Pounds--

_War._ Two hundred thousand Pound; Owns, what a Sum's there?-- Marry it
came from the Mouth of a Cannon sure.

_Clerk reads._] A Present to the Right Honourable and truly Virtuous
Lady, the Lady _Lambert_, for Service done to the la