Fathers
Idols, even in the midst of the Holy City, which the Saints have
prepared for the Elect, the Chosen ones.

_Capt._ Hark ye, Sirrah, leave preaching, and fall to declaring for us,
or thou art mortal.

_Ana._ Nay, I say nay, I will die in my Calling-- yea, I will fall a
Sacrifice to the Good Old Cause; abomination ye with a mighty Hand, and
will destroy, demolish and confound your Idols, those heathenish
Malignants whom you follow, even with Thunder and Lightning, even as a
Field of Corn blasted by a strong Blast.

_Lov._ Knock him down!

_All._ Down with Dagon, down with him!

Enter _Hewson_ with Guards.

_Hews._ Ah, Rogues, have I caught ye napping?
[They all surround him and his Red-Coats.

_All._ Whoop Cobler, Whoop Cobler!

[The Boys, _Lov._ and _Free._ _Corp._ and Sold. beat off _Hewson_
and his Party. _Ana._ gets a Sword, and fights too.

SCENE II. _Changes to a Chamber in La. _Lambert's_ House._

Enter L. _Lam._ and _Gill._

_Gill._ I've had no time to ask your Highness how you slept to Night;
but that's a needless Question.

_L. Lam._ How mean you? do you suspect my Virtue? do you believe
_Loveless_ dares attempt any thing against my Honour? No, _Gilliflower_,
he acted all things so like a Gentleman, that every moment takes my
Heart more absolutely.

_Gill._ My Lord departed highly satisfied.

_L. Lam._ She is not worthy of Intrigues of Love, that cannot manage a
silly Husband as she pleases-- but, _Gilliflower_, you forget that this
is Council day.

_Gill._ No, but I do not, Madam, some important Suitors wait already.

Enter L. _Des._ and L. _Fleetwood_.

_L. Lam._ Your Servant, Madam _Desbro_, thou'rt welcome--
_Gilliflower_, are all things ready in the Council-Chamber?
We that are great must sometimes stoop to Acts,
That have at least some shew of Charity;
We must redress the Grievance of our People.

_L. Fleet._ She speaks as she were Queen, but I shall put a spoke in her
rising Wheel of Fortune, or my Lord's Politicks fail him.

[Scene draws off, Table with Papers: Chairs round it.

_L. Lam._ Where are the Ladies of the Council?-- how remiss they are in
their Attendance on us.

_L. Fleet._ Us! Heav'ns, I can scarce endure this Insolence!-- We will
take care to mind 'em of their Duty--

_L. Lam._ We, poor Creature! how simply Majesty becomes her?
[They all sitting down, enter L. _Cromwel_ angrily, and takes her
Place, L. _La