Whit. In which Excellency, Heav’n be prais’d, we out-do the Jesuits. Enter Lady _Lambert_. L. Lam. I’m glad to see you so well employ’d, my Lord, as in Discourse with my Lord Whitlock, he’s of our Party, and has Wit. 355 Whit. Your Honour graces me too much. Lam. My Lord, my Lady is an absolute States-woman. L. Lam. Yes, I think things had not arriv’d to this exalted height, nor had you been in prospect of a Crown, had not my Politicks exceeded your meaner Ambition. Lam. I confess, I owe all my good Fortune to thee. Enter _Page_. Page. My Lord, my Lord _Wariston_, Lord _Hewson_, Colonel _Cobbet_, and Colonel _Duckenfield_ desire the Honour of waiting on you. L. Lam. This has a Face of Greatness—let ’em wait a while i’th’ Antichamber. Lam. My Love, I would have ’em come in. L. Lam. You wou’d have ’em! you wou’d have a Fool’s Head of your own; pray let me be Judge of what their Duty is, and what your Glory: I say I’ll have ’em wait. Page. My Lord _Fleetwood_ too is just alighted, shall lie wait too, Madam? L. Lam. He may approach: and d’ye hear—put on your fawning Looks, flatter him, and profess much Friendship to him, you may betray him with the more facility. Whit. Madam, you counsel well. [Ex. _Page_. _Page_ re-enters with Lord _Fleetwood_. Lam. My good Lord, your most submissive Servant. Whit. My gracious Lord, I am your Creature—your Slave— Fleet. I profess ingeniously, I am much engag’d to you, my good Lords; I hope things are now in the Lard’s handling, and will go on well for his Glory and my Interest, and that all my good People of _England_ will do things that become good Christians. Whit. Doubt us not, my good Lord; the Government cannot be put into abler Hands than those of your Lordship; it has hitherto been in the hard Clutches of _Jews, Infidels_, and _Pagans_. 356 Fleet. Yea, verily, Abomination has been in the Hands of Iniquity. Lam. But, my Lord, those Hands, by my good Conduct, are now cut off, and our Ambition is, your Lordship wou’d take the Government upon you. Fleet. I profess, my Lord, by yea and nay, I am asham’d of this Goodness, in making me the Instrument of saving Grace to this Nation; ’tis the great Work of the Lard. L. Lam. The Lard! Sir, I’ll assure you the Lard has the least Hand in your good Fortune; I think you ought to ascribe it to the Cunning and Conduct of my Lord here, who so timely abandon’d the Interest of _Richard_. Fleet. Ingeniously I must own, your good Lord can do much, and has done much; but ’tis our Method to ascribe all to the Powers above. L. Lam. Then I must tell you, your Method’s an ungrateful Method. Lam. Peace, my Love. Whit. Madam, this is the Cant we must delude the Rabble with. L. Lam. Then let him use it there, my Lord, not amongst us, who so well understand one another. Lam. Good Dear, be pacified—and tell me, shall the Gentlemen without have Admittance? L. Lam. They may. [_Page_ goes out.