2 Sold. A Hangman for _Haslerig_. I cry, No, no, One and all, a _Lambert_, a _Lambert_; he is our General, our Protector, our Keiser, our—even what he pleases himself. 1 Sold. Well, if he pleases himself, he pleases me. 2 Sold. He’s our Rising Sun, and we’ll adore him, for the Speaker’s Glory’s set. Cor. At nought, Boys; how the Rogue look’d when his Coach was stop’d! Joy. Under favour, what said the Speaker? 2 Sold. What said he? prithee, what cou’d he say that we wou’d admit for Reason? Reason and our Bus’ness are two things: Our Will was Reason and Law too, and the Word of Command lodg’d in our Hilts: _Cobbet_ and _Duckenfield_ shew’d ’em Cockpit-Law. Cor. He understood not Soldier’s Dialect; the Language of the Sword puzzled his Understanding; the Keenness of which was too sharp for his Wit, and over-rul’d his Robes—therefore he very mannerly kiss’d his Hand, and wheel’d about— 2 Sold. To the place from whence he came. Cor. And e’er long to the place of Execution. 1 Sold. No, damn him, he’ll have his Clergy. Joy. Why, is he such an Infidel to love the Clergy? Cor. For his Ends; but come let’s go drink the General’s Health, _Lambert_; not _Fleetwood_, that Son of a Custard, always quaking. 2 Sold. Ay, ay, _Lambert_ I say—besides, he’s a Gentleman. Felt. Come, come, Brother Soldier, let me tell you, I fear you have a _Stewart_ in your Belly. Cor. I am sure you have a Rogue in your Heart, Sirrah, which a Man may perceive thro that sanctified Dog’s Face of yours; and so get ye gone, ye Rascals, and delude the Rabble with your canting Politicks. [Every one beats ’em. Felt. Nay, an you be in Wrath, I’ll leave you. 347 Joy. No matter, Sir, I’ll make you know I’m a Freeborn Subject, there’s Law for the Righteous, Sir, there’s Law. [Go out. Cor. There’s Halters, ye Rogues— 2 Sold. Come, Lads, let’s to the Tavern, and drink Success to Change; I doubt not but to see ’em chop about, till it come to our great Hero again—Come to the Tavern. [Going out, are met by _Loveless_ and _Freeman_, who enter, and stay the _Corporal_. Cor. I’ll follow ye, Comrade, presently. [Ex. the rest of the Soldiers. —Save ye, noble Colonel. Free. How is’t, Corporal? Cor. A brave World, Sir, full of Religion, Knavery, and Change: we shall shortly see better Days. Free. I doubt it, Corporal. Cor. I’ll warrant you, Sir,—but have you had never a Billet, no Present, nor Love—remembrance to day, from my good Lady _Desbro?_ Free. None, and wonder at it. Hast thou not seen her Page to day? Cor. Faith, Sir, I was imploy’d in Affairs of State, by our Protector that shall be, and could not call. Free. Protector that shall be! who’s that, _Lambert_, or _Fleetwood_, or both? Cor. I care not which, so it be a Change; but I mean the General:—but, Sir, my Lady _Desbro_ is now at Morning-Lecture here hard by, with the Lady _Lambert_. Lov. Seeking the Lord for some great Mischief or other.