, at eight Years
old; a Plague upon their Miracles.

_Fleet._ Ingeniously, Sirrah, you shall be pillory'd for defaming our
reverend Witnesses: Guards, take 'em to your Custody both.

_Free._ Damn it, I shall miss my Assignation with Lady _Desbro_; a Pox
of your unnecessary prating, what shall I do?
[Guards take 'em away.

_Lam._ And now, my Lords, we have finished the Business of the Day.
My good Lord _Fleetwood_, I am entirely yours, and at our next sitting
shall approve my self your Creature--

_Whit._ My good Lord, I am your submissive Vassal.

_War._ Wons, my Lord, I scorn any Man shou'd be mere yare Vassal than
Archibald Johnson.
[To _Fleetwood_.

[Ex. All.

SCENE II. _A Chamber in Lady _Desbro's_ House._

Enter La. _Desbro_, and _Corporal_ in haste.

_L. Des._ Seiz'd on, secur'd! Was there no time but this? What made him
at the Committee, or when there why spoke he honest Truth? What shall I
do, good Corporal? Advise; take Gold, and see if you can corrupt his
Guards: but they are better paid for doing Mischief; yet try, their
Consciences are large.
[Gives him Gold.

_Cor._ I'll venture my Life in so good a Cause, Madam. [Exit.

Enter _Tom_.

_Tom._ Madam, here's Mr. _Ananias Gogle_, the Lay-Elder of _Clement's_
Parish.

_L. Des._ Damn the sham Saint; am I now in Condition to be plagu'd with
his impertinent Nonsense?

_Tom._ Oh! Pray, Madam, hear him preach a little; 'tis the purest
Sport--

Enter _Ananias_.

_Ana._ Peace be in this Place.

_L. Des._ A blessed hearing; he preaches nothing in his Conventicles,
but Blood and Slaughter.
[Aside.
What wou'd you, Sir? I'm something busy now.

_Ana._ Ah, the Children of the Elect have no Business but the great Work
of Reformation: Yea verily, I say, all other Business is profane, and
diabolical, and devilish; Yea, I say, these Dressings, Curls, and
Shining Habilliments-- which take so up your time, your precious time;
I say, they are an Abomination, yea, an Abomination in the sight of the
Righteous, and serve but as an _Ignis fatuus_, to lead vain Man
astray-- I say again--
[Looking now and then behind on the Page.

_L. Des._ --You are a very Coxcomb.

_Ana._ I say again, that even I, upright I, one of the new Saints, find
a sort of a-- a-- I know not what-- a kind of a Motion as it were--
a stirring up-- as a Man may say, to wickedness-- Yea, verily it
corrupteth the outward Man within me.

_L.