yar Song, my Lord, I hope 'tis boody, or else
'tis not werth a Feart.

_All._ He, he, he.

SONG, sung by my Lord _Lambert_.

_A Pox of the States-man that's witty,
That watches and plots all the sleepless Night,
For seditious Harangues to the _Whigs_ of the City,
And piously turns a Traitor in spite.
Let him wrack, and torment his lean Carrion,
To bring his sham-Plots about,
Till Religion, King, Bishop, and Baron,
For the publick Good, be quite routed out._

_Whilst we that are no Politicians,
But Rogues that are resolute, bare-fac'd and great,
Boldly head the rude Rabble in open Sedition,
Bearing all down before us in Church and in State.
Your Impudence is the best State-trick,
And he that by Law means to rule,
Let his History with ours be related,
Tho we prove the Knaves, 'tis he is the Fool._

_War._ The Diel a me, wele sung, my Lord, and gen aud Trades fail, yas
make a quaint Minstrel.

_All._ He, he, he.

_War._ Noo, Sirs, yar Dance? [They fling Cushions at one another, and
grin. Musick plays.] --Marry, Sirs, an this be yar dancing, tol dance
and ne'er stir Stap, the Diel lead the Donce for _Archibald_.

[When they have flung Cushions thus a while to the Musick time,
they beat each other from the Table, one by one, and fall into
a godly Dance; after a while, _Wariston_ rises, and dances
ridiculously a while amongst them; then to the Time of the Tune,
they take out the rest, as at the Cushion-Dance, or in that
nature. _Wariston_ being the last taken in, leads the rest.

--Haud, Minstrels, haud; Bread a gued. I's fatch ad Ladies in-- lead
away, Minstrels, tol my Lady's Apartment.

[Musick playing before all.

[Exeunt dancing.

SCENE IV. _Flat._

Enter _Page_.

_Page._ _Cock_, Here must I wait, to give my Lady notice when my Lord
approaches;-- The fine Gentleman that is alone with her, gave me these
two fine Pieces of Gold, and bad me buy a Sword to fight for the King
withal; and I'm resolv'd to lay it all out in a Sword, not a penny in
Nickers, and fight for the Heroicks as long as I have a Limb, if they be
all such fine Men as this within. But hark, sure I hear some coming.--
[Exit.

[Flat Scene draws off, discovers L. _Lam._ on a Couch, with
_Loveless_, tying a rich Diamond-Bracelet about his Arm: a Table
behind with Lights, on which a Velvet Cushion, with a Crown and
Scepter cover'd.

_Lov._ Thi