y thy Goodness?

_Lov._ You have already by your noble Bounty,
Made me a Fortune, had I nothing else;
All which I render back, with all that Wealth
Heaven and my Parents left me:
Which, tho unjustly now detain'd from me,
Will once again be mine, and then be yours.

Enter _Free._

_Free._ Come, haste, the Rabble gather round the House,
And swear they'll have this Sorceress.

_Lov._ Let me loose among 'em, their rude officious Honesty must be
punish'd.

_L. Lam._ Oh, let me out, do not expose thy Person to their mad Rage,
rather resign the Victim.
[Holds him.

_Lov._ Resign thee! by Heaven, I think I shou'd turn Rebel first.

Enter La. _Des._ disguised, and _Tom_ with Jewels in a Box.

_L. Des._ With much ado, according to thy direction, dear _Freeman_,
I have pass'd the Pikes, my House being surrounded; and my Husband
demanded, fell down dead with fear.

_Free._ How, thy Husband dead!

_L. Des._ Dead as old _Oliver_, and much ado I got off with these
Jewels, the Rabble swore I was one of the Party; and had not the honest
Corporal convinc'd em, I had been pull'd to pieces.-- Come, haste away,
Madam, we shall be roasted with the Rump else.

_L. Lam._ Adieu, dear Mansion! whose rich gilded Roofs so oft put me in
mind of Majesty-- And thou, my Bed of State, where my soft Slumbers have
presented me with Diadems and Scepters-- when waking I have stretch'd my
greedy Arms to grasp the vanish'd Phantom! ah, adieu! and all my hopes
of _Royalty_ adieu.--

_Free._ And dare you put your self into my Protection? Well, if you do,
I doubt you'll never be your own Woman again.

_L. Des._ No matter, I'm better lost than found on such occasions.
[Exeunt.

SCENE V. _A Street; a great Bonfire, with Spits, and Rumps roasting, and
the Mobile about the Fire, with Pots, Bottles, Fiddles._

_1 Pren._ Here, _Jack_, a Health to the King.

_2 Pren._ Let it pass, Lad, and next to the noble General.

_1 Pren._ _Ralph_, baste the Rump well, or ne'er hope to see a King
agen.

_3 Pren._ The Rump will baste it self, it has been well cram'd.

Enter _Freeman_, L. _Des._ _Loveless_, and L. _Lam._ _Gill._ _Tom_,
Pages, &c.

_Cap._ Hah, Noble Champion, faith, Sir, you must honour us so far as to
drink the King's Health, and the noble General's, before you go.

Enter _Wariston_, drest like a Pedlar, with a Box about his Neck
full of Ballads and Things.

_War._ Will ya buy a guedly Bal