Lov. He was the Monarch then whose Spoils I triumph in.

L. Lam. They were design'd too for Trophies to the young and gay. Ah, Loveless! that I cou'd reward thy Youth With something that might make thee more than Man, As well as to give the best of Women to thee— [Rises, takes him by the Hand, leads him to the Table. He starts. —Behold this gay, this wondrous glorious thing.

Lov. Hah— a Crown— and Scepter! Have I been all this while So near the sacred Relicks of my King; And found no awful Motion in my Blood, Nothing that mov'd sacred Devotion in me? [Kneels. —Hail sacred Emblem of great Majesty, Thou that hast circled more Divinity Than the great Zodiack that surrounds the World. I ne'er was blest with sight of thee till now, But in much reverenc'd Pictures— [Rises and bows.

L. Lam. Is't not a lovely thing?

Lov. There's such Divinity i' th' very Form on't, Had I been conscious I'd been near the Temple, Where this bright Relick of the glorious Martyr Had been enshrin'd, 't had spoil'd my soft Devotion. —'Tis Sacrilege to dally where it is; A rude, a saucy Treason to approach it With an unbended Knee: for Heav'ns sake, Madam, Let us not be profane in our Delights, Either withdraw, or hide that glorious Object.

L. Lam. Thou art a Fool, the very sight of this— Raises my Pleasure higher: Methinks I give a Queen into thy Arms, And where I love I cannot give enough; [Softly. —Wou'd I cou'd set it on thy Head for ever, 'Twou'd not become my simple Lord The thousandth part so well. [Goes to put it on his Head, he puts it back.

Lov. Forbear, and do not play with holy things; Let us retire, and love as Mortals shou'd, Not imitate the Gods, and spoil our Joys.

L. Lam. Lovely, and unambitious! What hopes have I of all your promis'd Constancy, Whilst this which possibly e'er long may adorn my Brow, And ought to raise me higher in your Love, Ought to transform you even to Adoration, Shall poorly make you vanish from its Lustre? Methinks the very Fancy of a Queen Is worth a thousand Mistresses of less illustrious Rank.

Lov. What, every pageant Queen? you might from thence infer I'd fall in love with every little Actress, because She acts the Queen for half an hour, But then the gaudy Robe is laid aside.

L. Lam. I'll pardon the Comparison in you.

Lov. I do not doubt your Power of being a Queen, But trust, it will not last. How truly brave would your great Husband be, If, whilst he may, he paid this mighty Debt To the right Owner! If, whilst he has the Army in his Power, He made a true and lawful use of it, To settle our great Master in his Throne; And by an Act so glorious raise his Name Even above the Title of a King.

L. Lam. You love me not, that would persuade me from My Glory.

Enter Gilliflower.

Gill. Oh, Madam, the Lords are all got merry, as they call it, and are all dancing hither.

L. Lam. What, at their Oliverian Frolicks?— Dear Loveless, withdraw, I wou'd not give the fond believing Fool a Jealousy of me.

Gill. Withdraw, Madam? 'tis impossible, he must run just into their Mouths.

L. Lam. I'm ill at these Intrigues, being us'd to Lovers that still came with such Authority, that modestly my Husband wou'd withdraw— but Loveless is in danger, therefore take care he be not seen.

Gill. Heav'ns! they are coming, there's no Retreat—

L. Lam. Lie down on the Couch— and cover him you with the Foot-Carpet— So, give me my Prayer-Book.

[He lies down along on the Couch, they cover him with the Carpet: L. Lam. takes her Book, sits down on his Feet, and leans on the Back of the Couch reading; Gill. stands at t'other end, they enter dancing as before.

—What Insolence is this? do you not hear me, you— Sots— whom Gaiety and Dancing do so ill become.

War. [Singing.] Welcome, Joan Sanderson, welcome, welcome. [Goes to take her out, she strikes him. Wons, Madam, that's no part o' th' Dance.

L. Lam. No, but 'tis part of a reward for your Insolence, Which possibly your Head shall answer for—

Lam. Pardon him, my Dear, he meant no Disrespect to thee.

L. Lam. How dare you interrupt my Devotion, Sirrah? Be gone with all your filthy ill-bred Crew.

[Lam. sits down on Lov.

Lam. My only Dear, be patient; hah!— Something moves under me; Treason, Treason! [He rises.

[Lov. rolls off, and turns Lam. over, the rest of the Men run out crying Treason, Treason, overthrowing the Lights, putting 'em out.

L. Lam. Treason, Treason! my Lord, my Lord!

Lam. Lights there, a Plot, a Popish Plot, Lights!

L. Lam. The Crown, the Crown, guard the Crown! [She groping about, finds Lov. by his Clothes, knows him. —Here, take this Key, the next room is my Bed-chamber, Secure yourself a moment.— [Ex. Loveless. Lights there, the Crown— who art thou? [Takes hold of Lam.

Lam. 'Tis I.

L. Lam. Ah, my Lord, what's the matter?—

Lam. Nay, my Lady, I ask you what's the matter?

Enter Page with Lights.

By Heaven, all is not well; hark ye, my fine she Politician, who was it you had hid beneath this Carpet?

L. Lam. Heav'ns! dost hear him, Gilliflower? Sure the Fellow's mad.

Gill. Alack, my Lord, are you out of your honourable Wits? Heav'n knows, my Lady was at her Devotion.

Lam. Baud, come, confess thy self to be one. At her Devotion! yes, with a He Saint.

Gill. Ah! Gad forbid the Saints should be so wicked.

L. Lam. Hark ye, thou little sniveling Hypocrite, who hast no Virtue but a little Conduct in Martial Discipline; who hast by Perjuries, Cheats, and pious Villanies, wound thy self up into the Rabble's Favour, where thou mayst stand till some more great in Roguery remove thee from that height, or to the Gallows, if the King return: hast thou the Impudence to charge my Virtue?

Lam. I know not, Madam, whether that Virtue you boast were lost, or only stak't, and ready for the Gamester; but I am sure a Man was hid under this Carpet.

L. Lam. Oh Heav'ns, a Man!

Gill. Lord, a Man! Are you sure 'twas a Man, my Lord?— Some villanous Malignant, I'll warrant.

Lam. It may be so.

Gill. Alack, the Wickedness of these Heroicks to hide under Carpets; why they'l have the impudence to hide under our Petticoats shortly, if your Highness take 'em not down. [To Lady Lam.

Lam. I do believe so; Death— a Cuckold? shall that black Cloud shade all my rising Fame?

L. Lam. Cuckold! Why, is that Name so great a Stranger to ye, Or has your rising Fame made ye forget How long that Cloud has hung upon your Brow? —'Twas once the height of your Ambition, Sir; When you were a poor-sneaking Slave to Cromwell, Then you cou'd cringe, and sneer, and hold the Door, And give him every Opportunity, Had not my Piety defeated your Endeavours.

Lam. That was for Glory, Who wou'd not be a Cuckold to be great? —If Cromwell leap'd into my Saddle once, I'll step into his Throne for't: but, to be pointed at By Rascals that I— rule— 'tis insupportable.

L. Lam. How got this Fellow drunk? call up my Officers! Who durst deliver him this quantity of Wine? Send strait in my Name, to summon all the Drunken Committee of Safety into my Presence. By Heav'n, I'll show you, Sir— yes they shall See what a fine King they're like to have In Honest, Gadly, Sober, Wise Jack Lambert. —Nay, I'll do't; d'ye think to take away my Honour thus? I, who by my sole Politicks and Management Have set you up, Villain of Villains, Sirrah. —Away— summon 'em all. [To Gilliflower.

Lam. Stay— be not so rash; who was beneath the Carpet?

L. Lam. I will not answer thee.

Lam. Nor any living thing?

L. Lam. No Creature in the Room, thou silly Ideot, but Gilliflower and I— at our Devotion, praying to Heav'n for your Success to morrow— and am I thus rewarded? [Weeps, Gill. weeps too.

Lam. My Soul, I cannot bear the Sight of Tears From these dear Charming Eyes.

L. Lam. No matter, Sir, the Committee shall right me.

Lam. Upon my Knees I ask thy Pardon, Dear; by all that's good, I wou'd have sworn I'd felt something stir beneath me as I sat, which threw me over.

L. Lam. Only your Brains turn'd round with too much drinking and dancing, Exercises you are not us'd to— go sleep, and settle 'em, for I'll not deign to Bed with you to night— retire, as e'er you hope to have my Aid in your Advancement to the Crown.

Lam. I'm gone— and once more pardon my Mistake. [Bows, and goes out. Ex. Gill.

L. Lam. —So, this fighting Fool, so worshipp'd by the Rabble, How meanly can a Woman make him sneak?— The happy Night's our own— [To Loveless.

Enter Gill. Loveless.

Lov. Excellent Creature, how I do adore thee!

L. Lam. But you, perhaps, are satisfied already—

Lov. Never; shou'dst thou be kind to all Eternity. Thou hast one Virtue more, I pay thee Homage for; I heard from the Alcove how great a Mistress thou art in the dear Mystery of Jilting.

L. Lam. That's the first Lesson Women learn in Conventicles, Religion teaches those Maxims to our Sex: by this Kings are deposed, and Commonwealths are rul'd; By Jilting all the Universe is fool'd. [Exeunt.



ACT V.

SCENE I. A Street.

Enter Corporal, half drest; with Soldiers, Joyner, and Felt-maker.

Cor. Ha, Rogues, the City-Boys are up in Arms; brave Boys, all for the King now!

Felt. Have a care what you say, Sir; but as to the City's being in Mutiny, that makes well for us: we shall fall to our old Trade of plundering; something will fall to the Righteous, and there is Plunder enough.

Cor. You plunder, Sirrah! knock him down, and carry him into the Guard-room, and secure him.

[Two Soldiers seize him.

1 Sold. They say the Committee of Safety sate all Night at General Lambert's, about some great Affair— some rare Change, Rogues.

2 Sold. Yes, and to put off Sorrow, they say, were all right reverendly drunk too.

Cor. I suppose there is some heavenly matter in hand; there was Treason cried out at the General's last night, and the Committee of no Safety all ran away.

1 Sold. Or rather reel'd away.

Cor. The Ladies squeak'd, the Lords fled, and all the House was up in Arms.

Felt. Yea, and with Reason they say; for the Pope in disguise was found under the Lady's Bed, and two huge Jesuits as big as the tall Irish-man, with Blunderbusses; having, as 'tis said, a Design to steal the Crown, now in Custody of the General—

2 Sold. Good lack, is't possible?

Joyn. Nay, Sir, 'tis true, and is't not time we look'd about us?

Cor. A Pox upon ye all for lying Knaves— secure 'em both on the Guard till farther Order— and let us into th' City, Boys: hay for Lombard-Street.

2 Sold. Ay, hay for Lombard-Street; there's a Shop I have mark'd out for my own already.

1 Sold. There's a handsom Citizen's Wife, that I have an Eye upon, her Husband's a rich Banker, I'll take t'one with t'other.

Joyn. You are mistaken, Sir, that Plunder is reserv'd for us, if they begin to mutiny; that wicked City that is so weary of a Commonwealth.

2 Sold. Yes, they're afraid of the Monster they themselves have made.

Enter Lov. and Free. in disguise.

Cor. Hah, my noble Colonel! what, in disguise!

Free. We have made our Escapes— and hope to see better times shortly, the noble Scotch General is come, Boys.

Enter Captain of the Prentices, and a great Gang with him, arm'd with Swords, Staffs, &c.

Capt. Come, my Lads, since you have made me Captain, I'll lead you bravely on; I'll die in the Cause, or bring you off with Victory.

1 Pren. Here's a Club shall do some Execution: I'll beat out Hewson's t'other Eye; I scorn to take him on the blind side.

Capt. In the first Place, we must all sign a Petition to my Lord Mayor.—

2 Pren. Petitions! we'll have no Petition, Captain; we are for Club-Law, Captain.

Capt. Obey, or I leave you.

All. Obey, Obey.

Capt. Look ye, we'll petition for an honest Free Parliament I say.

1 Pren. No Parliament, no Parliament, we have had too much of that Mischief already, Captain.

All. No Parliament, no Parliament.

Capt. Farewel, Gentlemen, I thought I might have been heard.

Free. Death, Sirs, you shall hear the Captain out.

All. We obey, we obey.

Capt. I say an honest Free Parliament, not one pick'd and chosen by Faction; but such an one as shall do our Bus'ness, Lads, and bring in the Great Heroick.

All. Ay, ay, the Great Heroick, the Great Heroick.

Lov. A fine Youth, and shou'd be encourag'd.

Capt. Good— in the next Place, the noble Scotch General is come, and we'll side with him.

Free. Ay, ay, all side with him.

1 Pren. Your Reason, Captain, for we have acted too much without Reason already.

2 Pren. Are we sure of him, Captain?

Capt. Oh, he'll doubtless declare for the King, Boys.

All. Hay, Viva le Roy, viva le Monk!

Capt. Next, I hear there's a Proclamation coming out to dissolve the Committee of no Safety.

All. Good, good.

Capt. And I hope you are all brave enough to stand to your Loyal Principles with your Lives and Fortunes.

All. We'll die for the Royal Interest.

Capt. In the next Place, there's another Proclamation come out.

2 Pren. This Captain is a Man of rare Intelligence; but for what, Captain?

Capt. Why— to— hang us all, if we do not immediately depart to our respective Vocations: How like you that, my Lads?

2 Pren. Hum— hang'd! I'll e'en home again.

1 Pren. And I too, I do not like this hanging.

2 Pren. A Man looks but scurvily with his Neck awry.

3 Pren. Ay, ay, we'll home.

Capt. Why, now you shew what precious Men you are— the King wou'd be finely hop'd up with such Rascals, that for fear of a little hanging would desert his Cause; a Pox upon you all, I here discharge ye— —Take back your Coward Hands and give me Hearts. [Flings 'em a Scroll. I scorn to fight with such mean-spirited Rogues; I did but try your boasted Courages.

Lov. Brave Boy.

Lov. and Free. We'll die with thee, Captain—

All. Oh, noble Captain, we recant—

1 Pren. We recant, dear Captain, we'll die, one and all.

All. One and all, one and all.

Capt. Why, so there's some trusting to you now.

3 Pren. But is there such a Proclamation, Captain?

Capt. There is; but anon, when the Crop-ear'd Sheriff begins to read it, let every Man enlarge his Voice, and cry, no Proclamation, no Proclamation.

All. Agreed, agreed.

Lov. Brave noble Lads, hold still your Resolution, And when your leisure Hours will give ye leave, Drink the King's Health, here's Gold for you to do so.

Free. Take my Mite too, brave Lads. [Gives 'em Gold.

All. Hay! Viva the brave Heroicks!

Enter Ananias Gogle.

Ana. Hum, what have we here, a Street-Conventicle— or a Mutiny? Yea, verily, it is a Mutiny— What meaneth this Appearance in hostile manner, in open Street, by Day-light?

Capt. Hah! one of the sanctify'd Lay Elders, one of the Fiends of the Nation, that go about like roaring Lions seeking whom they may devour.

Lov. Who, Mr. Ananias the Padder?

Ana. Bear witness, Gentlemen all, he calls me Highway-man; thou shalt be hang'd for Scandal on the Brethren.

Lov. I'll prove what I say, Sirrah; do you not rob on the High-way i' th' Pulpit? rob the Sisters, and preach it lawful for them to rob their Husbands; rob Men even of their Consciences and Honesty; nay rather than stand out, rob poor Wenches of their Bodkins and Thimbles?

Ana. I commit ye; here, Soldiers, I charge ye in the Name of— of— marry, I know not who, in my Name, and the good People of England, take 'em to safe Custody.

Capt. How, lay hold of honest Gentlemen! Noble Cavaliers, knock him down.

All. Knock him down, knock him down.

Free. Hold, worthy Youths; the Rascal has done me Service.

Ana. [Pulling off his Hat to 'em all.] Ye look like Citizens, that evil Spirit is entered in unto you, oh Men of London! that ye have changed your Note, like Birds of evil Omen; that you go astray after new Lights, or rather no Lights, and commit Whoredom with your 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. Lam. uppermost. —Madam, as I take it, at our last sitting, our Pleasure was, that you shou'd sit no more.

Crom. Your Pleasure! Is that the General Voice? This is my Place in spite of thee, and all thy fawning Faction, and I shall keep it, when thou perhaps, shalt be an humble Suppliant here at my Foot-stool.

L. Lam. I smile at thee.

Cram. Do, and cringe; 'tis thy business to make thee popular. But 'tis not that— Nor thy false Beauty that will serve thy Ends.

L. Lam. Rail on; declining Majesty may be excus'd, Call in the Women that attend for redress of Grievances.

[Ex. Page.

Enter Page with Women, and Loveless dress'd as a Woman.

Gentlewomen, what's your Bus'ness with us?

Lov. Gentlewomen! some of us are Ladies.

L. Lam. Ladies in good time; by what Authority, and from whom do you derive your Title of Ladies?

L. Fleet. Have a care how you usurp what is not your own!

Lov. How the Devil rebukes Sin! [Aside.

L. Des. From whom had you your Honours, Women?

Lov. From our Husbands.

Gill. Husbands, who are they, and of what standing?

2 Lady. Of no long standing, I confess.

Gill. That's a common Grievance indeed.

L. Des. And ought to be redress'd.

L. Lam. And that shall be taken into consideration; write it down, Gilliflower; who made your Husband a Knight, Woman?

Lov. Oliver the first, an't please ye.

L. Lam. Of horrid Memory; write that down— who yours?

2 Lady. Richard the fourth, an't like your Honour.

Gill. Of sottish Memory; shall I write that down too?

L. Des. Most remarkably.

Crom. Heav'ns! Can I hear this Profanation of our Royal Family? [Aside.

L. Lam. I wonder with what impudence Noll and Dick cou'd Knightify your Husbands; for 'tis a Rule in Heraldry, that none can make a Knight but him that is one; 'tis Sancha Pancha's Case in Don Quixot.

Crom. How dare you question my Husband's Authority? [Rises in Anger. Who nobly won his Honour in the Field, Not like thy sneaking Lord who gain'd his Title From his Wife's gay Love-tricks— Bartering her Honour for his Coronet.

L. Lam. Thou ly'st, my Husband earn'd it with his Sword, Braver and juster than thy bold Usurper, Who waded to his Glory through a Sea Of Royal Blood—

L. Des. Sure Loveless has done good on her, and converted her.

L. Fleet. Madam, I humbly beg you will be patient, you'll ruin all my Lord's Designs else— Women, proceed to your Grievances, both publick and private.

Lov. I petition for a Pension; my Husband, deceas'd, was a constant active man, in all the late Rebellion, against the Man; he plunder'd my Lord Capel, he betray'd his dearest Friend Brown Bushel, who trusted his Life in his Hands, and several others; plundering their Wives and Children even to their Smocks.

L. Lam. Most considerable Service, and ought to be consider'd.

2 Lady. And most remarkably, at the Trial of the late Man, I spit in's Face, and betray'd the Earl of Holland to the Parliament.

Crom. In the King's Face, you mean— it shew'd your Zeal for the Good Cause.

2 Lady. And 'twas my Husband that headed the Rabble, to pull down Gog and Magog, the Bishops, broke the Idols in the Windows, and turn'd the Churches into Stables and Dens of Thieves; rob'd the Altar of the Cathedral of the twelve pieces of Plate call'd the twelve Apostles, turn'd eleven of 'em into Money, and kept Judas for his own use at home.

L. Fleet. On my Word, most wisely perform'd, note it down—

3 Lady. And my Husband made Libels on the Man from the first Troubles to this day, defam'd and profan'd the Woman and her Children, printed all the Man's Letters to the Woman with Burlesque Marginal Notes, pull'd down the sumptuous Shrines in Churches, and with the golden and Popish Spoils adorn'd his own Houses and Chimney-Pieces.

L. Lam. We shall consider these great Services.

Lov. To what a height is Impudence arriv'd? [Aside.

L. Lam. Proceed to private Grievances.

Lov. An't please your Honours, my Husband prays too much; which both hinders his private bus'ness at home, and his publick Services to the Commonwealth—

L. Lam. A double Grievance— set it down, Gilliflower.

Lov. And then he rails against the Whore of Babylon, and all my neighbours think he calls me Whore.

Cram. A most unpardonable fault.

L. Lam. We'll have that rectify'd, it will concern us.

Lov. Then he never kisses me, but he says a long Grace, which is more mortifying than inviting.

L. Des. That is the fault of all the new Saints, which is the reason their Wives take a pious care, as much as in them lies, to send 'em to Heaven, by making 'em Cuckolds.

L. Fleet. A very charitable Work, and ought to be encourag'd.

[Loveless gives in a Petition to Gilliflower.

Gill. The humble Petition of the Lady Make-shift. [Reads. —Heav'ns, Madam, here are many thousand Hands to't of the distressed Sex.

All. Read it.

Gill. Reads.] Whereas there pass'd an Act, June 24th, against Fornication and Adultery, to the great detriment of most of the young Ladies, Gentlewomen, and Commonalty of England, and to the utter decay of many whole Families, especially when married to old Men; your Petitioners most humbly beg your Honours will take this great Grievance into mature Consideration, and the said Act may be repealed. —A Blessing on 'em, they shall have my Hand too.

L. Lam. We acknowledge, there are many Grievances in that Act; but there are many Conveniences too, for it ties up the villanous Tongues of Men from boasting our Favours.

Crom. But as it lays a Scandal on Society— tis troublesome, Society being the very Life of a Republick— Peters the first, and Martin the second.

Lov. But in a Free-State, why shou'd we not be free?

L. Des. Why not? we stand for the Liberty and Property of our Sex, and will present it to the Committee of Safety.

Lov. Secondly, we desire the Heroicks, vulgarly call'd the Malignant, may not be look'd on as Monsters, for assuredly they are Men; and that it may not be charg'd to us as a Crime to keep 'em company, for they are honest Men.

2 Lady. And some of 'em Men that will stand to their Principles.

L. Lam. Is there no other honest Men that will do as well?

3 Lady. Good Men are scarce.

L. Lam. They're all for Heroicks, sure 'tis the mode to love 'em— I cannot blame 'em. [Aside.

Lov. And that when we go to Morning and Evening Lectures, to Tantlings, or elsewhere, and either before or after visit a private Friend, it may be actionable for the wicked to scandalize us, by terming of it, abusing the Creature, when 'tis harmless recreating the Creature.

All. Reason, Reason.

Lov. Nor that any Husband shou'd interrupt his Wife, when at her private Devotion.

Enter Page.

L. Lam. I have been too late sensible of that Grievance.

Gill. And, Madam, I wou'd humbly pray a Patent for Scolding, to ease my Spleen.

Page. An please your Highness, here's a Messenger arriv'd Post with Letters from my Lord the General.

[Ex. Page.

L. Lam. Greater Affairs— oblige us to break up the Council. [Rises, the Women retire.

Enter Page with Messenger, or Letters.

—What means this haste? [Opens, and reads 'em.

Crom. Hah, bless my Eye-sight, she looks pale,— now red again; some turn to his Confusion, Heav'n, I beseech thee.

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 what Lilly told you, Madam.

L. Lam. Damn Lilly, 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.

Enter Wariston, 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 like Fleetwood's silly 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.

Enter Hewson, Desbro, Whitlock, Duc. and Cob.

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 a Sisseraro, 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 the Scotch General; turn but in time as 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 ene gan tol yar Stall agen: I's en follow Duckenfield— Farewel, Mr. Leyer.

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.

Enter Fleetwood.

Crom. How now, Fool, what is't that makes ye look so 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 circumvented Lambert? made the Rump Head, who have committed him to the Tower; ne'er stir now that I have, and I'm the greatest Man in England, 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 in Ireton's days 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 prove Cassandra to 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. and Page.

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, and Page.

Enter Page.

L. Lam. Imprison'd too, i'th' Tower! what Fate is mine? [Leans on Des.

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.

Enter Loveless.

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— 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 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 like Loveless. What heavenly thing then must the Master be, Whose Servants are divine?

[Enter Page running.

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 things that us'd to croud my Coach's Wheels, and stop my Passage, with their officious Noise and Adoration.

Enter Freeman.

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. Freeman and I can still 'em. Leads her in, and bows low.

Free. My dear Maria, I shall claim ye shortly—

L. Des. Do your worst, I'm ready for the Challenge. [Go in.

[Ex. Lov. and Free. another way.

SCENE III. The Street.

Enter Captain and the rest.

Capt. I say we'll have the She-Politican out, she did more mischief than her Husband, pitiful, dittiful Lambert; 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.

Enter Lov. and Freeman.

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 brave Scotch General, 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, viva les Heroicks! [Go out hollowing.

Enter Ananias peeping, Felt-maker, and Joyner.

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 calleth Ananias? lo, here am I.

Fleet. Behold, it is I, look up. How goeth tidings?

Ana. Full ill, I fear; 'tis a bad Omen 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 the Scotch General 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.

Enter Capt. Corp. and Prent. with Faggots, hollowing.

Corp. What say you now, Lads, is not my Prophecy truer than Lilly's? I told you the Rump would fall to our handling and drinking for: the King's proclaim'd, Rogues.

Capt. Ay, ay, Lilly, a Plague on him, he prophesied Lambert should be uppermost.

Corp. Yes, he meant perhaps on Westminster Pinacle: where's Lilly now, with all his Prophecies against the Royal Family?

Capt. In one of his Twelve 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 what shall I do? [Exit.

SCENE IV. A Chamber in Lambert's House.

Enter Lov. leading L. Lam. in disguise, Page and Gilliflower disguised, 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, Shall share in its kindly Rays.

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 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 Ballat or a Scotch Spur, Sirs? a guedly Ballat, or a Scotch Spur.— '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 Noble Scotch General?— 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 of Scotland.

Cap. Here, who sings it? we'll all bear the bob.

[Wariston sings the Ballad, all bearing the Bob.

Enter Ananias crying Almanacks.

Ana. New Almanacks, new Almanacks.

Cap. Hah, who have we here? Ananias, Holder-forth of Clement's Parish?

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 a Colt-staff, with Ananias on another, Fidlers playing Fortune my Foe, round the Fire.

Cap. Play Fortune my Foe, Sirrah.

Enter Hewson, 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, that come a merry-making among ya—

Cap. Come, Sirrah, your Feats of Activity quickly then. [He dances; which ended, they get him on a Colt-staff, and cry a Cobler, a Cobler.

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 Divine Pray for the King, and all the Sacred Line. [Exeunt.



EPILOGUE.

Spoken by Lady Desbro.

The Vizor's off, and now I dare appear. High for the Royal Cause in Cavalier; Tho once as true a Whig as 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 your Ignoramus Flock 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 for Commonweal, 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 Infallible Presbytery, Prosperous at first, in Ills you grow so vain, You thought to play the Old Game o'er again: And thus the Cheat was put upon the Nation, First with Long Parliaments, next Reformation, 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 cursed Tories, then they cry, [In a preaching tone. Those Fools, those Pimps to Monarchy, Those that exclude the Saints; yet open th' Door, To introduce the Babylonian Whore. By Sacred Oliver the Nation's mad; Beloved, 'twas not so when he was Head: But then, as I have said it oft before ye, A Cavalier was but a Type of Tory. 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 the Good 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.

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NOTES: The Roundheads

[Transcriber's Note:

The Notes in the printed text give only page and line numbers. Act-and-scene designations shown between marks have been added by the transcriber. Labels such as "Scene IIa" refer to points where the scene description changes without a new scene number.]

NOTES ON THE TEXT.

Dedication

p. 337 To The Right Noble Henry Fitz-Roy. The Dedicatory Epistle only appears in the two 4tos, 1682 and 1698.

p. 337, l. 31 Good Old Couse. 'Couse' to represent a Cockney pronunciation.

p. 339, l. 28 Ignoramus the 1st and the 2d. Mrs. Behn deftly compares the verdict of that faction which would have damned her play with the verdict given by the City jury who acquitted Shaftesbury.

Prologue

p. 341, l. 7 ycleped Hewson. 4to 'Eclipsed Huson'.

Dramatis Personae

p. 343 Dramatis Personae. I have added, 'Captain of the Prentices, Page to Lady Fleetwood, A Felt-maker, A Joyner, Doorkeeper, Two Clerks, Three Soldiers, Women Servants to Lady Lambert, Petitioners, Servants, Guards.' The name of Lady Desbro's Page, Tom, is supplied by Act iv, 1. For Sanctify'd Mobile, 1724 reads 'Sanctify'd Mobility'.

Act I: Scene i

p. 344, l. 21 Push a Pike. 1724 'Push of Pike'.

p. 347, l. 3 Go out. 1724 'Goes out'.

p. 347, l. 11 the rest of the Soldiers. 1724 'the rest of Soldiers'.

p. 350, l. 14 Love, Wit and Beauty. 1724 prints these lines as prose.

p. 350, l. 17 A God! altho his outside. 4tos and 1724 print this speech as prose.

p. 350, l. 22 No, methought he grew. 1724 prints this speech as prose.

p. 351, l. 10 Ha, he's yonder. 1724 prints this speech as prose.

p. 353, l. 16 Exeunt both. 1724 'exeunt', 4tos 'exit both'.

Act I: Scene ii

p. 353, l. 17 Scene II. A Chamber in Lambert's House. 4tos 'Scene a Chamber.' 1724 'SCENE. A Chamber.' I have added 'II' and 'in Lambert's House.'

p. 354, l. 19 how have I show'd. 1724 misprints 'how have show'd'.

p. 355, l. 28 the Lard's handling. 1724 'the Lord's', 4tos 'Lard's'.

p. 356, l. 28 light on yu. 1724 'light on you'.

p. 358, l. 1 a brave Mon. 1724 'a brave Man'.

p. 358, l. 1 I may cooncel. 1724 'I may counsel'.

p. 358, l. 10 he's a brave Mon, a Mon indeed, gen. 1724 'he's a brave Mon indeed gen'.

Act II: Scene i

p. 359, l. 11 Scene I. A Chamber of State in Lambert's House. I have added 'in Lambert's House'.

p. 360, l. 22 admit him tho'. 1724 omits 'tho''.

p. 360, l. 25 I shou'd say. 1724 misprints 'I shou'd stay'.

p. 360, l. 27 these Heroicks are punctual men. 1724 omits 'men'.

p. 361, l. 4 Walks away. 1724 omits this stage direction.

p. 361, l. 17 Some such trivial thing. 1724 'some such trifling thing'.

p. 365, l. 28 Verily we should live. 1724 'Verily ye should live'.

p. 366, l. 21 Write Panegyricks. 1724 prints these concluding four lines as prose. 4tos metrically.

p. 367, l. 2 Lambert will destroy all. 1724 'Lambert would destroy all'.

p. 368, l. 1 Or Mind embyass'd. 1724 'Embarass'd'.

p. 368, l. 12 Execrations. 1724 'Excrations'.

p. 368, l. 28 Cry mercy, Madam. 1724 omits 'Madam'.

p. 368, l. 29 most lucky Minute. 1724 'most unlucky Minute'.

p. 370, l. 19 my Honourable Lord is busied. 1724 'has business'.

p. 370, l. 22 extemporary. 1724 'extempore'.

p. 373, l. 33 Old Oliver's Brains. 1724 'Brain'.

Act III: Scene i

p. 374, l. 31 take 'em then for Archibald; 'tis. 1724 'take 'em then for Archibald? 'tis'.

p. 374, l. 32 warse. 1724 'worse'.

p. 376, l. 6 Hew. My Lord, I am sorry. 1724 'Hew. I am sorry'.

p. 377, l. 28 what stuff's here. 1724 'what's stuff's here'.

p. 378, l. 4 Walter Walton. 1724 'Walter Walter'.

p. 378, l. 19 ever cam into lour, read ever came intol our. 1724 'ever came into'.

p. 378, l. 23 I's larne. 1724 'I's learn'.

p. 379, l. 14 se fast. 1724 'so fast'.

p. 380, l. 16 shoos in yar. 1724 'shoes'.

p. 380, l. 28 Malignant's Estates. 1724 'Malignant Estates'.

p. 382, l. 36 she has danc'd after. 1724 'she has danc'd here after'.

Act III: Scene ii

p. 383, l. 31 Scene II. A Chamber in Lady Desbro's House. 4tos and 1724 'Scene, a Chamber'.

p. 384, l. 7 Enter Tom. 4tos and 1724 'Enter Page' with speech-prefix— 'Pag.' and 'Exit Page'; but Act iv, 1, 4tos we have 'Enter Page' with speech-prefix 'Tom' and later in the same scene 'Enter Tom Page'.

p. 384, l. 12 hear him preach. 1724 'here him preach'.

p. 385, l. 8 Beau - - ty. And later 'fall - ing' to mark the sanctimonious drawl. 1724 prints 'Beauty' and 'falling'.

p. 388, ll. 8, 10 Exeunt. 4tos omit. 1724 omits 'Ex. Ana.'

Act IV: Scene i

p. 388, l. 12 A Chamber in La. Desbro's House. 4tos and 1724 'Chamber, Candles and Lights'.

p. 390, l. 33 gives us notice of. 1724 'gives us notice of it'.

p. 391, l. 29 come a Gad's Name. 1724 'come in Gad's Name'.

p. 392, l. 11 Nay, I say verily, nay. 1724 'I say verily, nay'.

p. 392, l. 17 the Lard hath given. 1724 'the Lard has given'.

p. 392, l. 22 Enter Tom. 1724 'Enter Page', speech-prefix 'Page', and 'Ex. Page'; 4tos 'Enter Page', speech-prefix 'Tom', 'Ex. Tom Page'.

p. 392, l. 29 we have hitherto maintain'd. 1724 omits 'hitherto'.

Act IV: Scene ii

p. 394, l. 6 A fine Chamber. I have added to 4tos and 1724 'in La. Lambert's House'.

Act IV: Scene iii

p. 395, l. 8 A great Chamber. I have added to 4tos and 1724 'in Lambert's House'.

p. 395, l. 26 I's drink tol yar gued Fortune. 1724 'to yar gued Fortune'.

p. 396, l. 17 Ex. L. Lam. and Gill. I have added 'and Gill'.

p. 396, l. 22 light your Flambeaus. 1724 'your Flambeau'.

p. 396, l. 30 when we real. 1724 'when we reel'.

p. 397, l. 8 o'er yar Liquer. 1724 'Liquor'.

p. 397, l. 15 I's for a Horn-pipe. 1724 omits 'for'.

p. 397, l. 24 Scotch Poond. 1724 'Pound'.

p. 397, l. 24 yar Song. 1724 'your Song'.

p. 398, l. 15 lead the Donce. 1724 'lead the Dance'.

Act IV: Scene iv

p. 399, l. 28 As well as to give. 1724 'As well as give'.

p. 399, l. 36 Kneels. 4to 1698 and 1724 omit this stage direction.

p. 400, l. 23 he puts it back. 4tos 'he put it back'. 1724 'he puts it off'.

p. 401, l. 26 my Husband wou'd withdraw. 1724 'my Husband cou'd withdraw'.

p. 401, l. 32 He lies down along on the Couch. 1724 'He lies down on the Couch'.

Act V: Scene i

p. 405, l. 14 Scene I. A Street. 1724 'Scene I. Street'.

p. 407, l. 28 Viva le Roy, Viva le Monk! 4tos 'Via la Roy, Via la Monk.'

p. 408, l. 23 Why, so there's some trusting. 1724 omits 'so'.

p. 408, l. 33 Viva the brave. 1724 'Vive the brave'.

p. 410, l. 9 Ana. gets a Sword, and fights too. 1724 'and fights 'em'.

Act V: Scene ii

p. 410, l. 10 Scene II. Changes to a Chamber in La. Lambert's House. 4tos and 1724 'Scene changes to a Chamber'.

Act V: Scene iia p. 411, l. 12 and I shall keep it. 1724 omits 'I'.

p. 412, l. 22 L. Lam. Thou ly'st. 4tos and 1724 print this speech as prose, but it admits of metrical division.

p. 413, l. 9 Gog and Magog. 4tos 'God and Magog'.

p. 415, l. 6 Morning and Evening Lectures. 4tos 'Mornings and Evenings Lectures'.

p. 415, l. 23 Enter Page with Messenger. 1724 'Enter Page with Messengers'.

p. 415, l. 30 Where's that brutal Courage. 1724 'the Brutal Courage'.

p. 416, l. 16 whose wise work was that? 1724 'whose wise work's that?'

p. 416, l. 29 Wans, Sirs. 1724 'Wons, Sirs'.

p. 417, l. 5 ya's ene. 1724 'ye's ene'.

p. 417, l. 6 Mr. Leyer. 1724 'Mr. Lyar'.

p. 417, l. 12 makes ye look. 1724 'makes you look'.

p. 417, l. 36 L. Fleet and Pag. 1724 omits 'and Pag.'

p. 418, l. 6 no more. [Weep. 1724 omits 'Weep'.

p. 419, l. 11 Go in. 1724 only marks 'Ex.' for all characters.

Act V: Scene iii

p. 419, l. 13 Scene III. The Street. 4tos and 1724 'Scene the Street'.

p. 420, l. 3 Viva le Roy, viva. 1724 'Vive le Roy, vive'.

p. 420, l. 14 ill, I fear; 'tis a bad. 1724 'ill, I fear 'tis a bad'.

p. 420, l. 32 are here? [Exeunt. 4tos and 1724 omit 'Exeunt'. I supply this as, obviously, these characters must leave the stage when the Prentices rush on.

p. 421, l. 12 ay, Ah, Lard, ah what. 4tos 'ay, ah Lard, what'. 1724 'ay. Lard, ah what'.

Act V: Scene iv

p. 421, l. 14 Scene IV. A Chamber in Lambert's House. 4tos and 1724 'Scene, A Chamber'.

p. 421, l. 23 share in its kindly. 1724 'share its kindly'.

p. 422, l. 7 and Tom with jewels. 4tos and 1724 'Page with jewels'.

p. 422, l. 25 Well, if you do. 1724 'Why, if you do'.

Act V: Scene v

p. 422, l. 29 Scene V. A Street. 4tos and 1724 'Scene, a Street'.

p. 423, l. 3 Gill. Tom, Pages, &c. I have inserted Tom's name here.

p. 424, l. 5 come a merry-making. 1724 'come merry-making'.

p. 424, l. 33 you grow so vain. 1724 'you grew so vain'.

p. 425, l. 7. In a preaching tone. 1724 'In a preachin tone'. The dropped 'g', is not intentional here, but a misprint.

NOTES: CRITICAL AND EXPLANATORY.

Dedication

p. 337 To the Right Noble Henry Fitzroy. Second son of Charles II by Barbara Villiers, Countess of Castlemaine, afterwards Duchess of Cleveland, was born 20 September, 1663. He married, 1 August, 1672, Isabella, daughter and heiress of Henry Bennet, Earl of Arlington. The bride was then only five years old. In September, 1675, Henry Fitzroy was created Duke of Grafton, and on 30 September, 1680, was installed by proxy as Knight of the Garter. In 1682 he became colonel of the first foot guards. He died 9 October, 1690, from a wound he received under the walls of Cork during Marlborough's expedition to Ireland. Brave and even reckless to a fault, he is said to have been the most popular and the ablest of the sons of Charles II.

Prologue

p. 341 noise of Plots. The ferment occasioned by the pretended Popish Plot of 1678 and the illegal Exclusion Bill was in full blast.

p. 341 Presbytery. Presbyterianism.

p. 341 Forty One. 1641 was the date of the Grand Remonstrance and Petition to Charles I.

p. 341 Ignoramus. When Shaftesbury was indicted for high treason, 24 November, 1681, the grand jury ignored or threw out the bill. Their declaration was 'ignoramus'. cf. Dryden's prologue to The Duke of Guise (1682):—

Let ignoramus juries find no traitors,

and other innumerable references to this verdict.

Dramatis Personae

p. 343 Fleetwood. Lieutenant-General Charles Fleetwood was son-in-law to Oliver Cromwell, and for a time Lord-Deputy of Ireland. He was mainly instrumental in the resignation of Richard Cromwell, but so weak and vacillating that he lost favour with all parties. His name was excepted from the general amnesty, and it was only with great difficulty that, owing to the influence of Lord Litchfield, he escaped with his life. He died in obscurity at Stoke Newington, 4 October, 1692.

p. 343 Lambert. Major-General Lambert (1619-83) lost his commissions owing to the jealousy of Oliver Cromwell, on whose death he privily opposed Richard Cromwell. In August, 1659, he defeated the Royalist forces under Sir George Booth in Cheshire, but subsequently his army deserted. On his return to London he was arrested (5 March, 1660), by the Parliament, but escaped. Tried for high treason at the Restoration, he was banished to Guernsey, where he died in the winter of 1683.

p. 343 Wariston. Archibald Johnston, Lord Wariston, a fierce fanatic, was parliamentary commissioner for the administration of justice in Scotland and a member of Cromwell's House of Peers. On the revival of the Rump he became president of the Council of State, and permanent president of the Committee of Safety. At the Restoration he fled, but was brought back from Rouen to be hanged at the Market Cross, Edinburgh, 23 July, 1663. Carlyle dubs him a 'lynx-eyed lawyer and austere presbyterian zealot', and Burnet says, 'Presbyterianism was more to him than all the world.'

p. 343 Hewson. John Hewson, regicide, a shoemaker, was a commander under Cromwell, and afterwards a peer in the Upper House. At the Restoration he escaped to the Continent and died in exile at Amsterdam, 1662, or, by another account, at Rouen.

p. 343 Desbro. John Desborough, Desborow, or Disbrowe (1608-80) was Cromwell's brother-in-law. Being left a widower, he married again April, 1658. As he had refused to sit as a judge at the trial of Charles I, he was not exempted from the amnesty; but being considered a source of danger, he was, after the Restoration, 'always watched with peculiar jealousy,' and suffered some short term of imprisonment.

p. 343 Duckingfield. Robert Duckenfield (1619-89), a strong Parliamentarian, but one who refused to assist at the King's trial. He had large estates in Cheshire, where he lived retired after a short imprisonment at the Restoration. His son Robert, who succeeded him, was subsequently created a baronet by Charles II, 16 June, 1665.

p. 343 Corbet. Although this name is here given as Corbet, Colonel Cobbet occurs Act i, II (p. 355), and we have Cobbet again Act iii, I (p. 374). This character is certainly not Miles Corbet the regicide, but Ralph Cobbet, who was both a colonel and a member of the Committee of Safety. Ralph Cobbet is frequently alluded to in the satires of the time, e.g. The Gang; or, The Nine Worthies and Champions (17 January, 1659-60):—

A man of stomack in the next deal, With a hey down, &c. Was hungry Colonel Cobbet; He would eat at a meale A whole commonweale, And make a joint but a gobbet.

p. 343 Whitlock. Bulstrode Whitelock (1605-75), keeper of the Great Seal, and in August, 1659, president of the Council of State, was always inclined to royalism, and even advised Cromwell to restore Charles II. At the Restoration he was allowed to retire to Chilton Park, Hungerford, Wilts, and died there 28 July, 1675. According to some accounts his death took place at Fawley, Bucks.

p. 343 Lady Lambert. Lady Lambert was Frances, daughter of Sir William Lister, knight, of Thornton in Craven, Yorks. She was married 10 September, 1639. Contemporaries attribute Lambert's ambition to the influence of his wife, whose pride is frequently alluded to. e.g. Memoirs of Colonel Hutchinson, edited by C. H. Firth (Nimmo, 1885), Vol. II, p. 189, 'There went a story that as my Lady Ireton was walking in St. James' Park the Lady Lambert, as proud as her husband, came by where she was, and as the present princess always has precedency of the relict of the dead prince, so she put my Lady Ireton below; who, notwithstanding her piety and humility, was a little grieved at the affront.'

p. 343 Lady Desbro. Desborough's second wife, whom he married April, 1658, is said, on the dubious authority of Betham, to have been Anne, daughter of Sir Richard Everard, Bart., of Much Waltham. Mrs. Behn's amorous lady, Maria, is, of course, purely fictional.

p. 343 Lady Fleetwood. Bridget, eldest daughter of Oliver Cromwell, was married first to Ireton, who died 26 November, 1651, and secondly, in 1652, to Fleetwood. She did not live long after the Restoration, and was buried at S. Anne's, Blackfriars, 1 July, 1662.

p. 343 Lady Cromwell. Cromwell married Elizabeth, daughter of Sir James Bourchier, 22 August, 1620. She survived her husband seven years, dying 19 November, 1665. After the Restoration she lived in great seclusion at Norboro', Northamptonshire, the house of her son-in-law, John Claypoole.

p. 343 Clement's Parish. Probably St. Clements, Eastcheap. This church, described by Stow as being 'small and void of monuments', was destroyed in the Great Fire and rebuilt 1686. The old church of St. Clement Danes, Strand, being in a ruinous condition, was pulled down in 1680 and built again on the same site. The Puritans always omitted the prefix 'St.' and spoke of churches as 'Paul's', 'Mary's', 'Bartholomew's', 'Helen's' and the like.

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p. 344 Gad and the Lord Fleetwood. Fleetwood, even in an age of Tartuffes, was especially distinguished for the fluency of his canting hypocrisy and godliness. He was a bitter persecutor of Catholics, a warm favourer of Anabaptists and the extremer fanatics of every kidney.

p. 345 Vane. Sir Harry Vane (1613-62), the prominent Parliamentarian and a leading member of the Committee of Safety was executed as a regicide, June, 1662.

p. 345 Fifth Monarchy. The Fifth Monarchy men were a sect of wild enthusiasts who declared themselves 'subjects only of King Jesus', and held that a fifth universal monarchy (like those of Assyria, Persia, Greece, and Rome) would be established by Christ in person, until which time no single person must presume to rule or be king.

p. 346 Haslerig. Sir Arthur Heselrige, one of the Five Members whom Parliament refused to yield to Charles I in January, 1642, was a republican of the most violent type. He died a prisoner in the Tower, 7 January, 1661.

p. 349 an errant Heroick. A term for a cavalier or Royalist, cf. Edward Waterhouse's A Short Narrative of the late Dreadful Fire in London (1667, 12mo): 'Even so, O Lord, rebuke the evil spirit of these Sanballats, and raise up the spirit of the Nehemiahs and other such Heroicks of Kindness and Ability to consider London.' Tatham, in The Rump (4to, 1660; 1661), Act ii, 1, has 'The very names of the Cromwells will become far more odious than ever Needham could make the Heroicks'.

p. 349 cuckold the Ghost of Old Oliver. The intrigue between Cromwell and Lambert's wife is affirmed in 'Newes from the New Exchange; or, the Commonwealth of Ladies ... London; printed in the year of women without grace, 1650' (4to). Noble, in his Memoirs of the Cromwell Family (8vo, London, 1787, 3rd edit., Vol. II, p. 369), says that the lady 'was an elegant and accomplished woman', she was 'suppos'd to have been partial to Oliver the Protector.' A scarce poem, Iter Australe (London, 1660, 4to), declares of Cromwell that some

Would have him a David, 'cause he went To Lambert's wife, when he was in his tent.

Some six months before Cromwell's death, when Lambert visited him, Noll 'fell on his neck, kissed him, inquired of dear Johnny for his jewel (so he called Mrs. Lambert) and for all his children by name.' Cromwell's immoralities in youth, when a brewer at Ely, were notorious. Although the parish registers of S. John's, Huntingdon, have been tampered with, the following, under the years 1621 and 1628, remain: 'Oliverus Cromwell reprehensus erat coram tota Ecclesia pro factis.' and 'Hoc anno Oliverus Cromwell fecit penitentiam coram tota ecclesia.' An attempt has been made to erase these.

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p. 354 Tony. Anthony Ashley Cooper; afterwards first Earl of Shaftesbury.

p. 357 Wallingford House. Stood on the site of the present Admiralty. It was so called from Sir William Knollys, Baron Wallingford, Treasurer of the Household to Elizabeth and James I. After Cromwell's death the General Council of the Officers of the Army (Wallingford House Party) met here. Fleetwood actually lived in the house. At the Restoration it reverted to the Duke of Buckingham. The Crown purchased it 1680, and the Admiralty was built about 1720.

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p. 361 Cobler's-Stall. Hewson, says Wood, had originally been 'an honest shoemaker in Westminster.'

p. 362 Conventickling. Conventicle was accentuated upon the third syllable. This, of course, led to innuendo, cf. 1 Hudibras (1663) Canto ii, 437:

He used to lay about and stickle Like ram or bull at conventicle

and Dryden, in The Medal (1682):—

A tyrant theirs; the heaven their priesthood paints A conventicle of gloomy sullen saints.

p. 363 Pryn. William Prynne (1600-69) had been sentenced to severe punishment in February, 1634, for the scandals and libels contained in his dull diatribe, Histriomastix. He lost both his ears in the pillory.

p. 365 Needham. Marchamont Nedham, 'the Commonwealth's Didaper', was a graduate of All Souls, Oxon, and sometime an usher at Merchant Taylors' school. He also seems to have been connected with the legal profession. 'The skip-jack of all fortunes', neither side has a good word for this notorious pamphleteer, the very scum of our early journalism. When Mercurius Britannicus temporarily ceased publication with No. 50, 9 September, 1644, Nedham recommenced it on the 30th of the same month with No. 51 (not No. 52 as is sometimes stated). No. 92, 28 July-4 August, 1645, and the number 11-18 May, 1646, revile the King in such scurrilous terms that Nedham was haled to the bar of the House of Lords and imprisoned. Later he turned Royalist, but in 1650 published The Case of the Commonwealth Stated, a defence of the regicides, for which he received a pension of L100 a year. He fled to Holland, April, 1660, but being pardoned, returned to England. He died in Devereux Court, Temple Bar, November, 1678, and is buried in St. Clement Danes. Wood characterizes him as 'a most seditious, mutable and railing author,' whilst Cleveland terms him 'that impudent and incorrigible reviler'.

p. 365 Ireton, my best of Sons. Noble, in his Memoirs of the Cromwell Family, says that the fact Fleetwood had not the abilities of her first husband gave his wife much concern, as she saw with great regret the ruin his conduct must bring on herself and her children.

p. 366 Richard's Wife. Richard Cromwell at the age of 23 married Dorothy, daughter of Richard Major, of Hursley, Hampshire.

p. 366 glorious Titles. Cromwell's wife was, as a matter of fact, very averse to all grandeur and state. The satires of the time laugh at her homeliness and parsimony.

p. 369 Ormond. James Butler, Duke of Ormond, was lord-lieutenant of Ireland, 1643-47.

p. 370 Exercise. A common term amongst the Puritans for worship; a sermon or extemporary prayer. As early as 1574. Archbishop Whitgift speaks of the exercises of 'praying, singing of psalms, interpreting and prophesying', cf. Davenant, The Wits (4to 1636):—

I am a new man, Luce; thou shalt find me In a Geneva band.... And squire thy untooth'd aunt to an exercise,

and also:—

[she] divides The day in exercise. —Mayne's City Match (1639), iv, v.

p. 372 Duke of Glocester. Henry of Oatlands, Duke of Gloucester, youngest son of Charles I. Born 8 July, 1639, he died of smallpox at Whitehall 13 September, 1660. The Parliament sent him to the continent on 11 February, 1653.

p. 373 he should have been bound Prentice. A proposition was actually made in Parliament that the young Duke of Gloucester should be bound to a trade, in order, as it was impudently expressed, 'that he might earn his bread honestly.' Fortunately, saner counsels prevailed, in which his fate was happier than that of the Dauphin committed to the cruelties of Citizen Simon, cordwainer.

p. 373 Old Thurlo. John Thurloe (1616-68), Secretary of State to Cromwell; M.P. for Ely, 1654 and 1656. He died 21 February, 1668.

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p. 378 Highness's Funeral. A large portion of the debt incurred for Oliver Cromwell's magnificently extravagant funeral ceremonies fell on Richard, who was obliged to retire for a while to the continent to avoid arrest and await some settlement. These obsequies cost in all the huge sum of L60,000, which there was a great difficulty in paying. The chief undertaker's name was Rolt. See note on The Widow Ranter —'Trusting for Old Oliver's funeral,' Act i. (Vol. IV.)

p. 378 Walter Frost. Walter Frost, secretary to the Republican Council of State, was quondam manciple of Emmanuel, Cambridge, and acted as spy-master and manager of the 'committee hackneys,' which hunted down and betrayed Royalists. This infamous fellow, who dubbed himself Esquire and Latinized his name to Gualter, was authorized to publish (i.e. write) 'intelligence every week upon Thursday according to an Act of Parliament for that purpose.' He licensed A Briefe Relation (No 1, 2 October, 1649) from its second number until 22 October, 1650. This is certainly one of the most evil and lying of the Republican diurnals.

p. 378 Hutchinson. Richard Hutchinson, deputy treasurer to Sir Henry Vane. He succeeded as Treasurer to the Navy in 1651 and continued to hold office after the Restoration. He is several times mentioned by Pepys.

p. 379 Jacobus. A gold coin value 25s., first current in the reign of James I.

p. 379 Mr. Ice. Perhaps Stephen Isles who was appointed a Commissioner for the London Militia, 7 July, 1659. The name 'Mr. Ice' occurs in Tatham's Rump in the same context.

p. 379 Loether. Sir Gerard Lowther, who, once a loyalist, became a republican, and in 1654 was one of the Three Commissioners of the Great Seal in Ireland. He acquired large estates and died very wealthy on the eve of the Restoration.

p. 381 Duke of Buckingham's Estate ... with Chelsey House. Bulstrode Whitelocke actually had obtained the Duke's sequestered estate, and stood for Bucks in Parliament. During the Commonwealth Chelsea House was bestowed upon him as an official residence, and he lived there till the Restoration, when it reverted to the Duke, to whose father it had been granted in 1627 by Charles I. He sold it in 1664 to the trustees of George Digby, Earl of Bristol. In 1682 it became the property of Henry, Marquis of Worcester, afterwards Duke of Beaufort, and was renamed Beaufort House. Sir Hans Sloane purchased it in 1738, and it was demolished two years later.

p. 381 Hugh Peters. This divine, who had been chaplain to Sir Thomas Fairfax, was notorious for his fanatical and ranting sermons. Having openly advocated and preached the death of Charles I, he was, at the Restoration, excluded from the general amnesty, tried for high treason, and executed 16 October, 1660.

p. 382 Scobel. Henry Scobell, clerk to the Long Parliament. His name appeared as the licenser of various newsbooks, and he superintended the publication of Severall Proceedings in Parliament, No. 1, 25 Sept.-9 Oct., 1649. Scobell died in 1660, his will being proved 29 Sept. of that year.

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p. 394 Vails. Avails; profits. Money given to servants: 'tips'.

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p. 398 Cushion-Dance. A merry old English round action dance common in the sixteenth and seventeenth centuries.

p. 398 Nickers. Or knickers, marbles generally made of baked clay. cf. Duffet's farce, The Mock Tempest (1675), Act iv, I:—

Enter Hypolito playing with Nickers. Hyp. Anan, Anan, forsooth— you, Sir, don't you stir the Nickers. I'l play out my game presently.

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p. 402 Joan Sanderson. The air to which the Cushion Dance was usually performed. It may be found in Playford's Dancing Master, 1686. Sometimes the dance itself was known as Joan Sanderson.

Act V: Scene i

p. 406 The Tall Irishman. Oliver Cromwell's porter, yclept Daniel, was a giant. This fellow, through poring over mystical divinity, lost his wits: he preached, prophesied, and raved until finally he was incarcerated in Bedlam, where, after a while, his liberty was allowed him. A famous item amongst his books was a large Bible presented by Neil Gwynne. D'Urfey in his Prologue to Sir Barnaby Whigg (1681), has: 'Like Oliver's porter, but not so devout.' There is a rare, if not unique, portrait of Daniel in the Print Room, British Museum. The reputed portrait in Pierce Tempest's Cryes of the City of London (No. 71. Un insense pour la Religion. M. Lauron del. P. Tempest ex.) is not that of a remarkably tall man.

p. 410 Enter Hewson with Guards. 5 December, 1659, Hewson did actually suppress a rising of London prentices, two or three of whom were killed and some score wounded. This made him very unpopular.

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p. 412 Lord Capel. Arthur, Lord Capel, Baron Hadham, a gallant royalist leader, was, after the surrender of Colchester, treacherously imprisoned. He escaped, but was betrayed, and beheaded 9 March, 1649.

p. 412 Brown Bushel. A sea captain. Originally inclined to the Parliament, he became a royalist. In 1643 he was taken prisoner, but after being exchanged lived quietly and retired till 1648, when he was seized as a deserter, and after three years captivity, tried, and executed 29 April, 1651.

p. 413 Earl of Holland. Henry Rich, Earl of Holland (1590-1649), a staunch royalist, was executed 9 March, 1649, in company with Lord Capel and the Duke of Hamilton.

p. 413 Judas. The piece of plate dubb'd Judas would be gilded, cf. Middleton's Chaste Maid in Cheapside, (4to, 1630), iii, 2.

3rd Gossip. Two great 'postle-spoons, one of them gilt. 1st Puritan. Sure that was Judas then with the red beard.

Red is the traditional colour of Judas' hair. cf. Dryden's lines on Jacob Tonson the publisher:—

With two left legs and Judas-coloured hair.

p. 414 an act, 24 June. Cromwell's parliament passed Draconian Acts punishing adultery, incest, fornication, with death; the two former on the first offence, the last on the second conviction. Mercurius Politicus, No. 168. Thursday, 25 August— Thursday, 1 September, 1653 (p. 2700), records the execution of an old man of eighty-nine who was found guilty at Monmouth Assize of adultery with a woman over sixty. It is well known that under the Commonwealth the outskirts of London were crowded with brothels, and the license of Restoration days pales before the moral evils and cankers existing under Cromwell. The officially recognized independent diurnals Mercurius Democritus, Mercurius Fumigosus, have been described as 'abominable'. In 1660, when the writers of these attempted to circulate literature which had been common in the preceeding decade, they were promptly 'clapt up in Newgate'.

p. 414 Peters the first, Martin the Second. Hugh Peters has been noticed before. Henry Martin was an extreme republican, and at one time even a Leveller. He was a commissioner of the High Court of Justice and a regicide. At the Restoration he was imprisoned for life and died at Chepstow Castle, 1681, aged seventy-eight. He was notorious for profligacy and shamelessness, and kept a very seraglio of mistresses.

p. 415 Tantlings. St. Antholin's (St. Anthling's), Budge Row, Watling Street, had long been a stronghold of puritanism. As early as 1599, morning prayer and lecture were instituted, 'after the Geneva fashion'. The bells began at five in the morning. This church was largely attended by fanatics and extremists. There are frequent allusions to St. Antholin's and its matutinal chimes. The church was burned down in the Great Fire. Middleton and Dekker's Roaring Girl (1611): 'Sha's a tongue will be heard further in a still morning than Saint Antling's bell.'

She will outpray A preacher at St. Antlin's. —Mayne's City Match (1639), iv, v.

Davenant's News from Plymouth (fol. 1673, licensed 1635), i, I:—

Two disciples to St. Tantlin, That rise to long exercise before day.

p. 416 Lilly. William Lilly (1602-81). The famous astrologer and fortune-teller. In Tatham's The Rump (1660), he is introduced on the stage, and there is a scene between him and Lady Lambert, Act iv.

p. 416 sisseraro. More usually sasarara. A corruption of certiorari, a writ in law to expedite justice. 'If it be lost or stole ... I could bring him to a cunning kinsman of mine that would fetcht again with a sesarara,' —The Puritan (1607). 'Their souls fetched up to Heaven with a sasarara.' —The Revenger's Tragedy, iv, 2 (1607), The Vicar of Wakefield (1766), ch. xxi: '"As for the matter of that," returned the hostess, "gentle or simple, out she shall pack with a sussarara".'

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p. 421 Twelve Houses. Each of the astrological divisions of the heavens denoting the station of a planet is termed a house.

Act V: Scene v

p. 423 bear the bob. To join in the chorus. Bob is the burden or refrain of a song.

p. 423 Colt-staff. Or col-staff (Latin collum). A staff by which two men carry a load, one end of the pole resting on a shoulder of each porter. cf. Merry Wives of Windsor, iii, 3, 'Where's the cowl-staff?'

p. 423 Fortune my Foe. This extremely popular old tune is in Queen Elizabeth's Virginal Book; in William Ballet's MS. Lute Book; in Bellerophon (1622), and in numerous other old musical works. There are allusions to it in Shakespeare and many of the dramatists.

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Errors and Irregularities: The Roundheads

very woodeny and awkward text unchanged should be represented for the better undeceiving text reads "ahould be" [Ex. Lov. Free. and L. Des. word "and" printed in emphatic (Roman) type

Notes on Text

III.ii p. 385, l. 8 ... And later 'fall - ing' body text reads "fall— ing" with unspaced long dash V.ii p. 417, l. 6 Mr. Leyer. 1724 'Mr. Lyar'. open quote missing V.iii p. 420, l. 32 ... when the Prentices rush on. text has superfluous close quote at end of paragraph

Critical Notes

Dramatis Personae p. 343 ... Clement's Parish this phrase occurs in the description of the male character Ananias Goggle, but is printed in the Notes after the commentary on the four main female characters V.iia p. 414 an act, 24 June. body text reads "June 24th"