Clerk. That your Honours wou’d be pleas’d, in consideration of his Service, to grant to your Petitioner, a considerable Sum of Money for his present Supply. Fleet. Verily, order him two thousand Pound— War. Two thousand poond? Bread a gued, and I’s gif my Voice for _Fleetwood_. [Aside. Lam. Two thousand; nay, my Lords, let it be three. War. Wons, I lee’d, I lee’d; I’s keep my Voice for _Lambert_—Guds Benizon light on yar Sol, my gued Lord _Lambert._ Hews. Three thousand Pound! why such a Sum wou’d buy half _Scotland_. War. Wons, my Lord, ya look but blindly on’t then: time was, a Mite on’t had bought aud shoos in yar Stall, Brother, tho noo ya so abound in _Irish_ and Bishops Lands. Duc. You have nick’d him there, my Lord. All. He, he, he. War. Scribe—gang a tiny bit farther. Clerk. —And that your Honours would be pleas’d to confer an Annual Pension on him— Lam. Reason, I think; what say you, my Lords, of five hundred Pound a Year? All. Agreed, agreed. War. The Diel swallow me, my Lord, ya won my Heart. Due. ’Tis very well—but out of what shall this be rais’d? Lam. We’ll look what Malignants’ Estates are forfeit, undispos’d of—let me see—who has young _Freeman’s_ Estate? Des. My Lord, that fell to me. Lam. What all the fifteen hundred Pound a Year? Des. A Dad, and all little enough. Free. The Devil do him good with it. Des. Had not the Lard put it into your Hearts to have given me two thousand _per Annum_ out of Bishops Lands, 381 and three thousand _per Annum_ out of the Marquess’s Estate; how shou’d I have liv’d and serv’d the Commonwealth as I have done? Free. A plague confound his Honour, he makes a hard shift to live on Eight thousand Pound a Year, who was born and bred a Hedger. Lov. Patience, Friend. Lam. I have been thinking—but I’ll find out a way. Lov. Or betray some honest Gentleman, on purpose to gratify the Loone. Lam. And, Gentlemen, I am bound in Honour and Conscience to speak in behalf of my Lord _Whitlock_; I think fit, if you agree with me, he shou’d be made Constable of _Windsor_ Castle, Warden of the Forest, with the Rents, Perquisities, and Profits thereto belonging; nor can your Lordships confer a Place of greater Trust and Honour in more safe Hands. Due. I find he wou’d oblige all to his side. [Aside. Has he not part of the Duke of _Buckingham’s Estate_ already, with _Chelsey_ House, and several other Gifts? Lam. He has dearly deserv’d ’em; he has serv’d our Interest well and faithfully. Due. And he has been well paid for’t. Whit. And so were you, Sir, with several Lordships, and Bishops Lands, you were not born to, I conceive. Duc. I have not got it, Sir, by knavish Querks in Law; a Sword that deals out Kingdoms to the brave, has cut out some small parcels of Earth for me. And what of this? [Stands up in a heat.