Free. And grant the Faithful to be mighty, and to be strong in Persecution; and more especially, ah! I beseech thee confound that malignant Tory _Freeman_—that he may never rise up in judgment against thy Servant, who has taken from him his Estate, his Sustenance and Bread; give him Grace of thy infinite Mercy, to hang himself, if 371 thy People can find no zealous Witnesses to swear him to the Gallows legally. Ah, we have done very much for thee, Lard, thou shoud’st consider us thy Flock, and we shou’d be as good to thee in another thing. [In a Tone. L. Des. Thou hit’st the zealous Twang right; sure thou hast been acquainted with some of ’em. Free. Damn ’em, no; what honest Man wou’d keep ’em Company, where harmless Wit and Mirth’s a Sin, laughing scandalous, and a merry Glass Abomination? L. Des. Yes, if you drink Healths, my wicked Brother: otherwise, to be silently drunk, to be as abusive and satirical as you please, upon the Heroicks, is allowable—for laughing, ’tis not indeed so well; but the precise Sneer and Grin is lawful; no swearing indeed, but lying and dissimulation in abundance. I’ll assure you, they drink as deep, and entertain themselves as well with this silent way of leud Debauchery, as you with all your Wit and Mirth, your Healths of the Royal Family. Free. Nay, I confess, ’tis a great Pleasure to cheat the World. L. Des. ’Tis Power, as divine _Hobbes_ calls it. Free. But what’s all this to Love? Where shall we meet anon? L. Des. I’ll tell you, what will please you as well—Your Friend is within with her Highness that shall be, if the Devil and her Husband’s Politicks agree about the matter. Free. Ha, has my cautious Railer manag’d matters so slyly? L. Des. No, no, the matter was manag’d to his Hand; you see how Heav’n brings things about, for the Good of your Party; this Business will be worth to him at least a thousand Pound a year, or two, well manag’d—But see, my Lady’s Woman. Gil. Oh, Madam, my Lord— [Running cross the Stage into her Lady’s Chamber. Free. Death, how shall I bring my Friend off? he’ll certainly be ruin’d. 372 Enter _Gill._ _Lov._ and Lady _Lam._ Gill. Madam, he’s coming up. Lov. Madam, for my self I care not, but am much concern’d for you. [L. _Lam._ takes two Papers out of her Pocket, and gives ’em to _Lov._ and _Free_. L. Lam. Here take these two Petitions, each of you one—Poor Fellows—you may be gone, your Petitions will not be granted. Enter _Lambert_. Lam. How now, my Dear, what Petitions?—Friends, what’s your Bus’ness? L. Lam. ’Tis enough we know their Business, Love, we are sufficient to dispatch such Suiters, I hope. Lam. Pardon me, my Dear, I thought no harm; but I saw you frown, and that made me concern’d. L. Lam. Frown! ’Twou’d make any Body frown, to hear the Impudence of Gentlemen, these Cavaliers—wou’d you think it, my Dear, if this Fellow has not the Impudence to petition for the Thirds of his Estate again, so justly taken from him for bearing Arms for the Man?—