_Duc._ You have nick'd him there, my Lord.
_All._ He, he, he.
_War._ Scribe-- gang a tiny bit farther.
_Clerk._ --And that your Honours would be pleas'd to confer an Annual
Pension on him--
_Lam._ Reason, I think; what say you, my Lords, of five hundred Pound a
Year?
_All._ Agreed, agreed.
_War._ The Diel swallow me, my Lord, ya won my Heart.
_Due._ 'Tis very well-- but out of what shall this be rais'd?
_Lam._ We'll look what Malignants' Estates are forfeit, undispos'd
of-- let me see-- who has young _Freeman's_ Estate?
_Des._ My Lord, that fell to me.
_Lam._ What all the fifteen hundred Pound a Year?
_Des._ A Dad, and all little enough.
_Free._ The Devil do him good with it.
_Des._ Had not the Lard put it into your Hearts to have given me two
thousand _per Annum_ out of Bishops Lands, and three thousand _per
Annum_ out of the Marquess's Estate; how shou'd I have liv'd and serv'd
the Commonwealth as I have done?
_Free._ A plague confound his Honour, he makes a hard shift to live on
Eight thousand Pound a Year, who was born and bred a Hedger.
_Lov._ Patience, Friend.
_Lam._ I have been thinking-- but I'll find out a way.
_Lov._ Or betray some honest Gentleman, on purpose to gratify the Loone.
_Lam._ And, Gentlemen, I am bound in Honour and Conscience to speak in
behalf of my Lord _Whitlock_; I think fit, if you agree with me, he
shou'd be made Constable of _Windsor_ Castle, Warden of the Forest, with
the Rents, Perquisities, and Profits thereto belonging; nor can your
Lordships confer a Place of greater Trust and Honour in more safe Hands.
_Due._ I find he wou'd oblige all to his side. [Aside.
Has he not part of the Duke of _Buckingham's Estate_ already, with
_Chelsey_ House, and several other Gifts?
_Lam._ He has dearly deserv'd 'em; he has serv'd our Interest well and
faithfully.
_Due._ And he has been well paid for't.
_Whit._ And so were you, Sir, with several Lordships, and Bishops Lands,
you were not born to, I conceive.
_Duc._ I have not got it, Sir, by knavish Querks in Law; a Sword that
deals out Kingdoms to the brave, has cut out some small parcels of Earth
for me. And what of this?
[Stands up in a heat.
_Whit._ I think, Sir, he that talks well, and to th' purpose, may be as
useful to the Commonwealth as he that fights well. Why do we keep so
many else in Pension that ne'er drew Sword, but to talk, and rail at the
malignant Party; to libel and defa
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