I am the Ghost of him who was a true Son Of the late _Good Old Cause_, ycleped _Hewson_, Rous’d by strange Scandal from th’ eternal Flame With noise of Plots, of wondrous Birth and Name, Whilst the sly Jesuit robs us of our Fame. Can all their Conclave, tho with Hell th’ agree, Act Mischief equal to Presbytery? Look back on our Success in Forty One, Were ever braver Villanies carried on, Or new ones now more hopefully begun? And shall our Unsuccess our Merit lose, And make us quit the Glory of our Cause? No, hire new Villains, Rogues without Remorse, And let no Law nor Conscience stop your Course; Let Politicians order the Confusion, And let the Saints pay pious Contribution. Pay those that rail, and those that can delude With scribling Nonsense the loose Multitude. Pay well your Witnesses, they may not run To the right Side, and tell who set ’em on. Pay ’em so well, that they may ne’er recant, And so turn honest merely out of want. Pay Juries, that no formal Laws may harm us, Let Treason be secur’d by _Ignoramus_. 332 Pay Bully Whig, who loyal Writers bang, And honest Tories in Effigie hang: Pay those that burn the Pope to please the Fools, And daily pay Right Honourable Tools; Pay all the Pulpit Knaves that Treason brew, And let the zealous Sisters pay ’em too; Justices, bound by Oath and Obligation, Pay them the utmost Price of their Damnation, Not to disturb our useful Congregation. Nor let the Learned Rabble be forgot, Those pious Hands that crown our hopeful Plot. No, modern Statesmen cry, ’tis Lunacy To barter Treason with such Rogues as we. But subtiler _Oliver_ did not disdain His mightier Politicks with ours to join. I for all Uses in a State was able, Cou’d Mutiny, cou’d fight, hold forth, and cobble. Your lazy Statesman may sometimes direct, But your small busy Knaves the Treason act. 343 DRAMATIS PERSONÆ. MEN. Lord _Fleetwood_, Competitors for the Crown, but _Lambert_ is General of the Army. Lord _Lambert_, Lord _Wariston_, Chairman of the Committee of Safety. _Hewson_, Commanders, and Committee-men. _Desbro_, _Duckingfield_, _Corbet_, Lord _Whitlock_. _Ananias Goggle_, Lay Elder of _Clement’s_ Parish. _A Rabble_ of the Sanctify’d Mobile. Corporal _Right_, an _Oliverian_ Commander, but honest, and a Cavalier in his Heart. _Loveless_, a Royalist, a Man of Honour, in love with Lady _Lambert._ _Freeman_, his Friend, of the same Character, in love with Lady _Desbro_. Captain of the Prentices. Two Pages to Lady _Lambert_. _Tom_, Page to Lady _Desbro_. Page to Lady _Fleetwood_. A Felt-maker. A Joyner. Doorkeeper. Two Clerks. Three Soldiers. WOMEN. Lady _Lambert_, in love with _Loveless_. Lady _Desbro_, in love with _Freeman_. Lady _Fleetwood_. Lady _Cromwell_. _Gilliflower_, Lady _Lambert’s_ Old Woman. Several Ladies, for Redress of Grievances. Women Servants to Lady _Lambert_. Petitioners, Servants, Guards, Footmen, Fidlers, and a Band of Loyal City Apprentices. 344 ACT I. Scene I. The Street.