L. Lam.My Lord’s undone! his Army has deserted him;Left him defenceless to the Enemies Pow’r.Ah, Coward Traytors!Where’s that brutal Courage,That made you so successful in your Villanies?Has Hell, that taught you Valour, now abandon’d ye?—How in an instant are my Glories fall’n!Crom.Ha, ha, ha—What, has your Highness any Cause of Grief?Gill.Call up your Courage, Madam, do not let these things scoff you—you may be yet a Queen: Remember whatLillytold you, Madam.L. Lam.DamnLilly, who with lying Prophecies has rais’d me to the hopes of Majesty: a Legion of his Devils take him for’t.Crom.Oh, have a care of Cursing, Madam.L. Lam.Screech-Owl, away, thy Voice is ominous.Oh I cou’d rave! but that it is not great;—And silent Sorrow—has most Majesty.EnterWariston, huffing.War.Wons, Madam, undone, undone; our honourable Committee is gone to th’ Diel, and the damn’d loosey Rump is aud in aud; the muckle Diel set it i’solt, and his Dam drink most for’t.Crom.The Committee dissolv’d!whose wise work was that?it looks likeFleetwood’ssilly Politicks.War.Marry, and yar Ladiship’s i’th’ right,’twas en the Work o’th’ faud Loone, the Diel brest his Wem for’t.EnterHewson,Desbro,Whitlock,Duc.andCob.Hew.So, Brethren in Iniquity, we have spun a fine Thred, the Rump’s all in all now, rules the Roast, and has sent for the General with Scissers and Rasor.Whit.With aSisseraro, you mean.Hew.None of your Terms in Law, good Brother.War.Right; but gen ya have any Querks in Law, Mr. Lyar, that will save our Crags, ’twill be warth a Fee.Duc.We have plaid our Cards fair.War.I’s deny that;Wans, Sirs, ya plaid ’em faul; a Fule had the shooftling of’em, and the Muckle Diel himself turn up Trump.Whit.We are lost, Gentlemen, utterly lost; who the Devil wou’d have thought of a Dissolution?Hews.Is there no Remedy?Duc.Death, I’ll to theScotchGeneral; turn but in timeas many greater Rogues than I have done, and ’twill save my Stake yet—Farewel, Gentlemen.Des.No Remedy?War.Nene, Sirs, again the King’s Evil; Bread, Sirs,ya’s enegan tol yar Stall agen: I’s en followDuckenfield—Farewel,Mr. Leyer.L. Lam.See the Vicissitudes of human Glory.These Rascals, that but yesterday petition’d meWith humble Adoration, now scarce payCommon Civilities due to my Sex alone.EnterFleetwood.Crom.How now, Fool, what is’t thatmakes ye lookso pertly? Some mighty Business you have done, I’ll warrant.Fleet.Verily, Lady Mother, you are the strangest Body; a Man cannot please you—Have I not finely circumventedLambert?made the Rump Head, who have committed him to theTower; ne’er stir now that I have, and I’m the greatest Man inEngland, as I live I am, as a Man may say.Crom.Yes, till a greater come. Ah, Fool of Fools, not to fore-see the danger of that nasty Rump.L. Fleet.Good Madam, treat my Lord with more Respect.Crom.Away, fond Fool, born with so little Sense, To doat on such a wretched Idiot; It was thy Fate inIreton’sdays to love him, Or you were foully scandalized.Fleet.You are not so well spoken of neither, ne’er stir now, and you go to that. I can be King to morrow if I will.Crom.Thou lyest, thou wo’t be hang’d first; mark that I tell thee so. I’ll proveCassandrato thee, and prophesy thy Doom; Heav’n pays the Traitor back with equal Measure. Remember how you serv’d my poor Son Richard.[Ex.Crom.andPage.Fleet.She’s mad—Come, my Dear, let’s leave the House of this Villain, that meant to have cozen’d me illegally or three Kingdoms—but that I outwitted him at last.[Ex.Fleet.L.Fleet, andPage.EnterPage.L. Lam.Imprison’d too, i’th’ Tower! what Fate is mine?[Leans onDes.Page.Madam, the fine Heroick’s come to wait on you.L. Lam.Hah!Loveless!let him not see the Ruin of my Greatness, which he foretold, and kindly begg’d I wou’d usurp no more.[Weep.EnterLoveless.Lov.This News has brought me back, I love this Woman,Vain as she is, in spite of all her Fopperies of State—[Bows to her, and looks sad.L. Lam.Alas, I do not merit thy Respect,I’m fall’n to Scorn, to Pity and Contempt.[Weeping.Ah, Loveless, fly the wretched—ThyVirtue is too noble to be shin’d onBy any thing but rising Suns alone:I’m a declining Shade—Lov.By Heaven, you were never great till now;I never thought thee so much worth my Love,My Knee, and Adoration, till this Minute.[Kneels.—I come to offer you my Life, and allThe little Fortune the rude Herd has left me.L. Lam.Is there such God-like Virtue in your Sex?Or, rather, in your Party.Curse on the Lyes and Cheats of Conventicles,That taught me first to think Heroicks Devils,Blood-thirsty, leud, tyrannick, salvage Monsters.—But I believe ’em Angels all, if all likeLoveless.What heavenly thing then must the Master be,Whose Servants are divine?[EnterPagerunning.Page.Oh, Madam! all the Heroick Boys are up in Arms, and swear they’ll have your Highness, dead or alive,—they have besieg’d the House.L. Lam.Heav’ns, the Rabble!—those faithless thingsthat us’d to croud my Coach’s Wheels, and stop my Passage, with their officious Noise and Adoration.EnterFreeman.Free.Loveless, thy Aid; the City-Sparks are up;Their zealous Loyalty admits no Bounds.A glorious Change is coming, and I’ll appear now barefac’d.Lov.Madam, fear not the Rabble; retire.Freemanand I can still ’em. Leads her in, and bows low.Free.My dearMaria, I shall claim ye shortly—L. Des.Do your worst, I’m ready for the Challenge.[Go in.[Ex.Lov.andFree.another way.Scene III.The Street.EnterCaptainand the rest.Capt.I say we’ll have the She-Politican out, she did more mischief than her Husband, pitiful, dittifulLambert; who is, thanks be prais’d, in the Tower, to which place Lord of his Mercy bring all the King’s Enemies.All.Amen, Amen.EnterLov.andFreeman.Lov.Why, how now, Captain, what, besiege the Women! No, let us lead our Force to nobler Enemies.Capt.Nay, noble Chief, your Word’s our Law.Lov.No, I resign that Title to the braveScotchGeneral, who has just now enter’d the City.Capt.We know it, Sir; do you not observe how the Crop-ear’d Fanaticks trot out of Town?—The Rogues began their old belov’d Mutiny, but ’twould not do.Lov.A Pox upon ’em, they went out like the Snuff of a Candle, stinkingly and blinkingly.1 Pr.Ay, ay, let ’em hang themselves, and then they are cold Meat for the Devil.Capt.But, noble Champion, I hope we may have leave to roast the Rump to night.Lov.With all our Hearts, here’s Mony to make Fires—Free.And here’s for Drink to’t, Boys.All.Hey—Viva le Roy, vivales Heroicks![Go out hollowing.EnterAnaniaspeeping,Felt-maker, andJoyner.Ana.So, the Rabble’s gone: ah, Brethren! what will this wicked World come to?Felt.Alack, alack, to no Goodness, you may be sure: pray what’s the News?[Fleet.peeping out of a Garret-Window.Fleet.Anania,Anania!Ana.Who callethAnanias?lo, here am I.Fleet.Behold, it is I, look up. How goeth tidings?Ana.Fullill, I fear; ’tis a badOmen to see your Lordship so nigh Heaven; when the Saints are Garretified.Fleet.I am fortifying my self against the Evil-Day.Ana.Which is come upon us like a Thief in the night; like a Torrent from the Mountain of Waters, or a Whirlwind from the Wilderness.Fleet.Why, what has theScotchGeneral done?Ana.Ah! he playeth the Devil with the Saints in the City, because they put the Covenant-Oath unto him; he pulls up their Gates, their Posts and Chains, and enters.Felt.And wou’d the wicked City let him have his beastly Will of her?Ana.Nay, but she was ravish’d—deflower’d.Joy.How, ravish’d! oh monstrous! was ever such a Rape committed upon an innocent City? lay her Legs open to the wide World, for every Knave to view her Nakedness?Felt.Ah, ah! what Days, what Times, and what Seasons are here?[Exeunt.EnterCapt.Corp.andPrent.with Faggots, hollowing.Corp.What say you now, Lads, is not my Prophecy truer thanLilly’s?I told you the Rump would fall toour handling and drinking for: the King’s proclaim’d, Rogues.Capt.Ay, ay,Lilly, a Plague on him, he prophesiedLambertshould be uppermost.Corp.Yes, he meant perhaps onWestminsterPinacle: where’sLillynow, with all his Prophecies against theRoyal Family?Capt.In one of hisTwelve Houses.1 Pren.We’ll fire him out to Night, Boy; come, all hands to work for the Fire.[Ex. all hollowing.Fleet.Ah, dismal, heavy day, a day of Grief and Woe, Which hast bereft me of my hopes for ay,Ah, Lard, ah whatshall I do?[Exit.Scene IV.A Chamber inLambert’sHouse.EnterLov.leading L.Lam.in disguise,PageandGilliflowerdisguised,Lov.dressing her.Lov.My Charmer, why these Tears,If for the fall of all thy painted Glories,Thou art, in the esteem of all good Men,Above what thou wert then?The glorious Sun is rising in our Hemisphere,And I, amongst the crowd of Loyal Sufferers,Shallshare in its kindlyRays.L. Lam.Best of thy Sex—What have I left to gratify 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 WealthHeaven and my Parents left me:Which, tho unjustly now detain’d from me,Will once again be mine, and then be yours.EnterFree.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,andTomwith Jewelsin a Box.L. Des.With much ado, according to thy direction, dearFreeman, 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 oldOliver, 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 ofRoyaltyadieu.—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.EnterFreeman, 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.EnterWariston, drest like a Pedlar, with a Box about his Neck full of Ballads and Things.War.Will ya buy a guedly Ballat or aScotchSpur, Sirs? a guedly Ballat, or aScotchSpur.—’Sbread, I’s scapt hitherte weele enough, I’s say’d my Crag fro stretching twa Inches longer than ’twas borne: will ya buy a Jack-line to roast the Rump, a new Jack Lambert Line?—or a blithe Ditty of the NobleScotchGeneral?—come buy my Ditties.Cap.How, a Ditty o’th’ General? let’s see’t, Sirrah.War.’Sbread, Sirs, and here’s the guedly Ballat of the General’s coming out ofScotland.Cap.Here, who sings it? we’ll allbear the bob.[Waristonsings the Ballad, all bearing the Bob.EnterAnaniascrying Almanacks.Ana.New Almanacks, new Almanacks.Cap.Hah, who have we here?Ananias, Holder-forth ofClement’sParish?All.Ha, a Traytor, a Traytor.Lov.If I am not mistaken, this blithe Ballad-singer too was Chair-man to the Committee of Safety.Cap.Is your Lordship turned Pedlar at last?War.What mon I do noo? Lerd, ne mere Lerd than yar sel, Sir; wons I show ’em a fair pair of Heels.[Goes to run away, they get him on aColt-staff, withAnaniason another, Fidlers playingFortune my Foe, round the Fire.Cap.PlayFortune my Foe, Sirrah.EnterHewson, drest like a Country Fellow.Cor.Who are you, Sirrah? you have the mark o’ th’ Beast.Hews.Who aye, Sir? Aye am a Doncer, thatcome a merry-makingamong ya—Cap.Come, Sirrah, your Feats of Activity quickly then.[He dances; which ended, they get him on a Colt-staff, and cry aCobler, aCobler.All.A Cobler, a Cobler.Cap.To Prison with the Traytors, and then we have made a good Night’s work on’t.Then let’s all home, and to the Powers DivinePray for the King, and all the Sacred Line.[Exeunt.EPILOGUESpoken by LadyDesbro.THE Vizor’s off, and now I dare appear.High for theRoyal Causein Cavalier;Tho once as true aWhigas most of you,Cou’d cant, and lye, preach, and dissemble too:So far you drew me in, but faith I’ll beReveng’d on you for thus debauching me:Same of your pious Cheats I’ll open lay,That lead yourIgnoramusFlock astray:For since I cannot fight, I will not failTo exercise my Talent, that’s to rail.Ye Race of Hypocrites, whose Cloak of ZealCovers the Knave that cants forCommonweal,All Laws, the Church and State to Ruin brings,And impudently sets a Rule on Kings;Ruin, destroy, all’s good that you decreeBy your InfalliblePresbytery,Prosperous at first, in Illsyou grow so vain,You thought to play theOld Gameo’er again:And thus the Cheat was put upon the Nation,First withLong Parliaments, nextReformation,And now you hop’d to make a new Invasion:And when you can’t prevail by open Force,To cunning tickling Tricks you have recourse,And raise Sedition forth without Remorse.Confound these cursedTories, then they cry,[In a preaching tone.Those Fools, those Pimps to Monarchy,Those that exclude the Saints; yet open th’ Door,To introduce theBabylonian Whore.By SacredOliverthe Nation’s mad;Beloved, ’twas not so when he was Head:But then, as I have said it oft before ye,ACavalierwas but a Type ofTory.The Curs durst then not bark, but all the BreedIs much encreas’d since that good Man was dead:Yet then they rail’ d against theGood Old Cause,Rail’d foolishly for Loyalty, and Laws;But when the Saints had put them to a stand,We left them Loyalty, and took their Land:Yea, and the pious Work of ReformationRewarded was with Plunder, Sequestration.Thus cant the Faithful; nay, they’re so uncivil,To pray us harmless Players to the Devil.When this is all th’ Exception they can make,They damn us for our Glorious Master’s sake.But why ’gainst us do you unjustly arm?Our small Religion sure can do no harm;Or if it do, since that’s the only thing,We will reform when you are true to th’ King.
L. Lam.My Lord’s undone! his Army has deserted him;Left him defenceless to the Enemies Pow’r.Ah, Coward Traytors!Where’s that brutal Courage,That made you so successful in your Villanies?Has Hell, that taught you Valour, now abandon’d ye?—How in an instant are my Glories fall’n!
L. Lam.My Lord’s undone! his Army has deserted him;
Left him defenceless to the Enemies Pow’r.
Ah, Coward Traytors!Where’s that brutal Courage,
That made you so successful in your Villanies?
Has Hell, that taught you Valour, now abandon’d ye?
—How in an instant are my Glories fall’n!
Crom.Ha, ha, ha—What, has your Highness any Cause of Grief?
Gill.Call up your Courage, Madam, do not let these things scoff you—you may be yet a Queen: Remember whatLillytold you, Madam.
L. Lam.DamnLilly, who with lying Prophecies has rais’d me to the hopes of Majesty: a Legion of his Devils take him for’t.
Crom.Oh, have a care of Cursing, Madam.
L. Lam.Screech-Owl, away, thy Voice is ominous.Oh I cou’d rave! but that it is not great;—And silent Sorrow—has most Majesty.
L. Lam.Screech-Owl, away, thy Voice is ominous.
Oh I cou’d rave! but that it is not great;
—And silent Sorrow—has most Majesty.
EnterWariston, huffing.
War.Wons, Madam, undone, undone; our honourable Committee is gone to th’ Diel, and the damn’d loosey Rump is aud in aud; the muckle Diel set it i’solt, and his Dam drink most for’t.
Crom.The Committee dissolv’d!whose wise work was that?it looks likeFleetwood’ssilly Politicks.
War.Marry, and yar Ladiship’s i’th’ right,’twas en the Work o’th’ faud Loone, the Diel brest his Wem for’t.
EnterHewson,Desbro,Whitlock,Duc.andCob.
Hew.So, Brethren in Iniquity, we have spun a fine Thred, the Rump’s all in all now, rules the Roast, and has sent for the General with Scissers and Rasor.
Whit.With aSisseraro, you mean.
Hew.None of your Terms in Law, good Brother.
War.Right; but gen ya have any Querks in Law, Mr. Lyar, that will save our Crags, ’twill be warth a Fee.
Duc.We have plaid our Cards fair.
War.I’s deny that;Wans, Sirs, ya plaid ’em faul; a Fule had the shooftling of’em, and the Muckle Diel himself turn up Trump.
Whit.We are lost, Gentlemen, utterly lost; who the Devil wou’d have thought of a Dissolution?
Hews.Is there no Remedy?
Duc.Death, I’ll to theScotchGeneral; turn but in timeas many greater Rogues than I have done, and ’twill save my Stake yet—Farewel, Gentlemen.
Des.No Remedy?
War.Nene, Sirs, again the King’s Evil; Bread, Sirs,ya’s enegan tol yar Stall agen: I’s en followDuckenfield—Farewel,Mr. Leyer.
L. Lam.See the Vicissitudes of human Glory.These Rascals, that but yesterday petition’d meWith humble Adoration, now scarce payCommon Civilities due to my Sex alone.
L. Lam.See the Vicissitudes of human Glory.
These Rascals, that but yesterday petition’d me
With humble Adoration, now scarce pay
Common Civilities due to my Sex alone.
EnterFleetwood.
Crom.How now, Fool, what is’t thatmakes ye lookso pertly? Some mighty Business you have done, I’ll warrant.
Fleet.Verily, Lady Mother, you are the strangest Body; a Man cannot please you—Have I not finely circumventedLambert?made the Rump Head, who have committed him to theTower; ne’er stir now that I have, and I’m the greatest Man inEngland, as I live I am, as a Man may say.
Crom.Yes, till a greater come. Ah, Fool of Fools, not to fore-see the danger of that nasty Rump.
L. Fleet.Good Madam, treat my Lord with more Respect.
Crom.Away, fond Fool, born with so little Sense, To doat on such a wretched Idiot; It was thy Fate inIreton’sdays to love him, Or you were foully scandalized.
Fleet.You are not so well spoken of neither, ne’er stir now, and you go to that. I can be King to morrow if I will.
Crom.Thou lyest, thou wo’t be hang’d first; mark that I tell thee so. I’ll proveCassandrato thee, and prophesy thy Doom; Heav’n pays the Traitor back with equal Measure. Remember how you serv’d my poor Son Richard.
[Ex.Crom.andPage.
Fleet.She’s mad—Come, my Dear, let’s leave the House of this Villain, that meant to have cozen’d me illegally or three Kingdoms—but that I outwitted him at last.
[Ex.Fleet.L.Fleet, andPage.
EnterPage.
L. Lam.Imprison’d too, i’th’ Tower! what Fate is mine?[Leans onDes.
Page.Madam, the fine Heroick’s come to wait on you.
L. Lam.Hah!Loveless!let him not see the Ruin of my Greatness, which he foretold, and kindly begg’d I wou’d usurp no more.[Weep.
EnterLoveless.
Lov.This News has brought me back, I love this Woman,Vain as she is, in spite of all her Fopperies of State—[Bows to her, and looks sad.
Lov.This News has brought me back, I love this Woman,
Vain as she is, in spite of all her Fopperies of State—[Bows to her, and looks sad.
L. Lam.Alas, I do not merit thy Respect,I’m fall’n to Scorn, to Pity and Contempt.[Weeping.Ah, Loveless, fly the wretched—ThyVirtue is too noble to be shin’d onBy any thing but rising Suns alone:I’m a declining Shade—
L. Lam.Alas, I do not merit thy Respect,
I’m fall’n to Scorn, to Pity and Contempt.[Weeping.
Ah, Loveless, fly the wretched—Thy
Virtue is too noble to be shin’d on
By any thing but rising Suns alone:
I’m a declining Shade—
Lov.By Heaven, you were never great till now;I never thought thee so much worth my Love,My Knee, and Adoration, till this Minute.[Kneels.—I come to offer you my Life, and allThe little Fortune the rude Herd has left me.
Lov.By Heaven, you were never great till now;
I never thought thee so much worth my Love,
My Knee, and Adoration, till this Minute.[Kneels.
—I come to offer you my Life, and all
The little Fortune the rude Herd has left me.
L. Lam.Is there such God-like Virtue in your Sex?Or, rather, in your Party.Curse on the Lyes and Cheats of Conventicles,That taught me first to think Heroicks Devils,Blood-thirsty, leud, tyrannick, salvage Monsters.—But I believe ’em Angels all, if all likeLoveless.What heavenly thing then must the Master be,Whose Servants are divine?
L. Lam.Is there such God-like Virtue in your Sex?
Or, rather, in your Party.
Curse on the Lyes and Cheats of Conventicles,
That taught me first to think Heroicks Devils,
Blood-thirsty, leud, tyrannick, salvage Monsters.
—But I believe ’em Angels all, if all likeLoveless.
What heavenly thing then must the Master be,
Whose Servants are divine?
[EnterPagerunning.
Page.Oh, Madam! all the Heroick Boys are up in Arms, and swear they’ll have your Highness, dead or alive,—they have besieg’d the House.
L. Lam.Heav’ns, the Rabble!—those faithless thingsthat us’d to croud my Coach’s Wheels, and stop my Passage, with their officious Noise and Adoration.
EnterFreeman.
Free.Loveless, thy Aid; the City-Sparks are up;Their zealous Loyalty admits no Bounds.A glorious Change is coming, and I’ll appear now barefac’d.
Free.Loveless, thy Aid; the City-Sparks are up;
Their zealous Loyalty admits no Bounds.
A glorious Change is coming, and I’ll appear now barefac’d.
Lov.Madam, fear not the Rabble; retire.Freemanand I can still ’em. Leads her in, and bows low.
Free.My dearMaria, I shall claim ye shortly—
L. Des.Do your worst, I’m ready for the Challenge.[Go in.
[Ex.Lov.andFree.another way.
Scene III.The Street.
EnterCaptainand the rest.
Capt.I say we’ll have the She-Politican out, she did more mischief than her Husband, pitiful, dittifulLambert; who is, thanks be prais’d, in the Tower, to which place Lord of his Mercy bring all the King’s Enemies.
All.Amen, Amen.
EnterLov.andFreeman.
Lov.Why, how now, Captain, what, besiege the Women! No, let us lead our Force to nobler Enemies.
Capt.Nay, noble Chief, your Word’s our Law.
Lov.No, I resign that Title to the braveScotchGeneral, who has just now enter’d the City.
Capt.We know it, Sir; do you not observe how the Crop-ear’d Fanaticks trot out of Town?—The Rogues began their old belov’d Mutiny, but ’twould not do.
Lov.A Pox upon ’em, they went out like the Snuff of a Candle, stinkingly and blinkingly.
1 Pr.Ay, ay, let ’em hang themselves, and then they are cold Meat for the Devil.
Capt.But, noble Champion, I hope we may have leave to roast the Rump to night.
Lov.With all our Hearts, here’s Mony to make Fires—
Free.And here’s for Drink to’t, Boys.
All.Hey—Viva le Roy, vivales Heroicks![Go out hollowing.
EnterAnaniaspeeping,Felt-maker, andJoyner.
Ana.So, the Rabble’s gone: ah, Brethren! what will this wicked World come to?
Felt.Alack, alack, to no Goodness, you may be sure: pray what’s the News?
[Fleet.peeping out of a Garret-Window.
Fleet.Anania,Anania!
Ana.Who callethAnanias?lo, here am I.
Fleet.Behold, it is I, look up. How goeth tidings?
Ana.Fullill, I fear; ’tis a badOmen to see your Lordship so nigh Heaven; when the Saints are Garretified.
Fleet.I am fortifying my self against the Evil-Day.
Ana.Which is come upon us like a Thief in the night; like a Torrent from the Mountain of Waters, or a Whirlwind from the Wilderness.
Fleet.Why, what has theScotchGeneral done?
Ana.Ah! he playeth the Devil with the Saints in the City, because they put the Covenant-Oath unto him; he pulls up their Gates, their Posts and Chains, and enters.
Felt.And wou’d the wicked City let him have his beastly Will of her?
Ana.Nay, but she was ravish’d—deflower’d.
Joy.How, ravish’d! oh monstrous! was ever such a Rape committed upon an innocent City? lay her Legs open to the wide World, for every Knave to view her Nakedness?
Felt.Ah, ah! what Days, what Times, and what Seasons are here?[Exeunt.
EnterCapt.Corp.andPrent.with Faggots, hollowing.
Corp.What say you now, Lads, is not my Prophecy truer thanLilly’s?I told you the Rump would fall toour handling and drinking for: the King’s proclaim’d, Rogues.
Capt.Ay, ay,Lilly, a Plague on him, he prophesiedLambertshould be uppermost.
Corp.Yes, he meant perhaps onWestminsterPinacle: where’sLillynow, with all his Prophecies against theRoyal Family?
Capt.In one of hisTwelve Houses.
1 Pren.We’ll fire him out to Night, Boy; come, all hands to work for the Fire.[Ex. all hollowing.
Fleet.Ah, dismal, heavy day, a day of Grief and Woe, Which hast bereft me of my hopes for ay,Ah, Lard, ah whatshall I do?[Exit.
Scene IV.A Chamber inLambert’sHouse.
EnterLov.leading L.Lam.in disguise,PageandGilliflowerdisguised,Lov.dressing her.
Lov.My Charmer, why these Tears,If for the fall of all thy painted Glories,Thou art, in the esteem of all good Men,Above what thou wert then?The glorious Sun is rising in our Hemisphere,And I, amongst the crowd of Loyal Sufferers,Shallshare in its kindlyRays.
Lov.My Charmer, why these Tears,
If for the fall of all thy painted Glories,
Thou art, in the esteem of all good Men,
Above what thou wert then?
The glorious Sun is rising in our Hemisphere,
And I, amongst the crowd of Loyal Sufferers,
Shallshare in its kindlyRays.
L. Lam.Best of thy Sex—What have I left to gratify thy Goodness?
L. Lam.Best of thy Sex—
What have I left to gratify 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 WealthHeaven and my Parents left me:Which, tho unjustly now detain’d from me,Will once again be mine, and then be yours.
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.
EnterFree.
Free.Come, haste, the Rabble gather round the House,And swear they’ll have this Sorceress.
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,andTomwith Jewelsin a Box.
L. Des.With much ado, according to thy direction, dearFreeman, 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 oldOliver, 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 ofRoyaltyadieu.—
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.
EnterFreeman, 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.
EnterWariston, drest like a Pedlar, with a Box about his Neck full of Ballads and Things.
War.Will ya buy a guedly Ballat or aScotchSpur, Sirs? a guedly Ballat, or aScotchSpur.—’Sbread, I’s scapt hitherte weele enough, I’s say’d my Crag fro stretching twa Inches longer than ’twas borne: will ya buy a Jack-line to roast the Rump, a new Jack Lambert Line?—or a blithe Ditty of the NobleScotchGeneral?—come buy my Ditties.
Cap.How, a Ditty o’th’ General? let’s see’t, Sirrah.
War.’Sbread, Sirs, and here’s the guedly Ballat of the General’s coming out ofScotland.
Cap.Here, who sings it? we’ll allbear the bob.
[Waristonsings the Ballad, all bearing the Bob.
EnterAnaniascrying Almanacks.
Ana.New Almanacks, new Almanacks.
Cap.Hah, who have we here?Ananias, Holder-forth ofClement’sParish?
All.Ha, a Traytor, a Traytor.
Lov.If I am not mistaken, this blithe Ballad-singer too was Chair-man to the Committee of Safety.
Cap.Is your Lordship turned Pedlar at last?
War.What mon I do noo? Lerd, ne mere Lerd than yar sel, Sir; wons I show ’em a fair pair of Heels.
[Goes to run away, they get him on aColt-staff, withAnaniason another, Fidlers playingFortune my Foe, round the Fire.
Cap.PlayFortune my Foe, Sirrah.
EnterHewson, drest like a Country Fellow.
Cor.Who are you, Sirrah? you have the mark o’ th’ Beast.
Hews.Who aye, Sir? Aye am a Doncer, thatcome a merry-makingamong ya—
Cap.Come, Sirrah, your Feats of Activity quickly then.
[He dances; which ended, they get him on a Colt-staff, and cry aCobler, aCobler.
All.A Cobler, a Cobler.
Cap.To Prison with the Traytors, and then we have made a good Night’s work on’t.
Then let’s all home, and to the Powers DivinePray for the King, and all the Sacred Line.[Exeunt.
Then let’s all home, and to the Powers Divine
Pray for the King, and all the Sacred Line.[Exeunt.
THE Vizor’s off, and now I dare appear.High for theRoyal Causein Cavalier;Tho once as true aWhigas most of you,Cou’d cant, and lye, preach, and dissemble too:So far you drew me in, but faith I’ll beReveng’d on you for thus debauching me:Same of your pious Cheats I’ll open lay,That lead yourIgnoramusFlock astray:For since I cannot fight, I will not failTo exercise my Talent, that’s to rail.Ye Race of Hypocrites, whose Cloak of ZealCovers the Knave that cants forCommonweal,All Laws, the Church and State to Ruin brings,And impudently sets a Rule on Kings;Ruin, destroy, all’s good that you decreeBy your InfalliblePresbytery,Prosperous at first, in Illsyou grow so vain,You thought to play theOld Gameo’er again:And thus the Cheat was put upon the Nation,First withLong Parliaments, nextReformation,And now you hop’d to make a new Invasion:And when you can’t prevail by open Force,To cunning tickling Tricks you have recourse,And raise Sedition forth without Remorse.Confound these cursedTories, then they cry,[In a preaching tone.Those Fools, those Pimps to Monarchy,Those that exclude the Saints; yet open th’ Door,To introduce theBabylonian Whore.By SacredOliverthe Nation’s mad;Beloved, ’twas not so when he was Head:But then, as I have said it oft before ye,ACavalierwas but a Type ofTory.The Curs durst then not bark, but all the BreedIs much encreas’d since that good Man was dead:Yet then they rail’ d against theGood Old Cause,Rail’d foolishly for Loyalty, and Laws;But when the Saints had put them to a stand,We left them Loyalty, and took their Land:Yea, and the pious Work of ReformationRewarded was with Plunder, Sequestration.Thus cant the Faithful; nay, they’re so uncivil,To pray us harmless Players to the Devil.When this is all th’ Exception they can make,They damn us for our Glorious Master’s sake.But why ’gainst us do you unjustly arm?Our small Religion sure can do no harm;Or if it do, since that’s the only thing,We will reform when you are true to th’ King.
THE Vizor’s off, and now I dare appear.
High for theRoyal Causein Cavalier;
Tho once as true aWhigas most of you,
Cou’d cant, and lye, preach, and dissemble too:
So far you drew me in, but faith I’ll be
Reveng’d on you for thus debauching me:
Same of your pious Cheats I’ll open lay,
That lead yourIgnoramusFlock astray:
For since I cannot fight, I will not fail
To exercise my Talent, that’s to rail.
Ye Race of Hypocrites, whose Cloak of Zeal
Covers the Knave that cants forCommonweal,
All Laws, the Church and State to Ruin brings,
And impudently sets a Rule on Kings;
Ruin, destroy, all’s good that you decree
By your InfalliblePresbytery,
Prosperous at first, in Illsyou grow so vain,
You thought to play theOld Gameo’er again:
And thus the Cheat was put upon the Nation,
First withLong Parliaments, nextReformation,
And now you hop’d to make a new Invasion:
And when you can’t prevail by open Force,
To cunning tickling Tricks you have recourse,
And raise Sedition forth without Remorse.
Confound these cursedTories, then they cry,[In a preaching tone.
Those Fools, those Pimps to Monarchy,
Those that exclude the Saints; yet open th’ Door,
To introduce theBabylonian Whore.
By SacredOliverthe Nation’s mad;
Beloved, ’twas not so when he was Head:
But then, as I have said it oft before ye,
ACavalierwas but a Type ofTory.
The Curs durst then not bark, but all the Breed
Is much encreas’d since that good Man was dead:
Yet then they rail’ d against theGood Old Cause,
Rail’d foolishly for Loyalty, and Laws;
But when the Saints had put them to a stand,
We left them Loyalty, and took their Land:
Yea, and the pious Work of Reformation
Rewarded was with Plunder, Sequestration.
Thus cant the Faithful; nay, they’re so uncivil,
To pray us harmless Players to the Devil.
When this is all th’ Exception they can make,
They damn us for our Glorious Master’s sake.
But why ’gainst us do you unjustly arm?
Our small Religion sure can do no harm;
Or if it do, since that’s the only thing,
We will reform when you are true to th’ King.