Lam. And now, my Lords, we have finished the Business of the Day. My good Lord _Fleetwood_, I am entirely yours, and at our next sitting shall approve my self your Creature— Whit. My good Lord, I am your submissive Vassal. War. Wons, my Lord, I scorn any Man shou’d be mere yare Vassal than Archibald Johnson. [To _Fleetwood_. [Ex. All. Scene II. A Chamber in Lady _Desbro’s_ House. Enter La. _Desbro_, and _Corporal_ in haste. L. Des. Seiz’d on, secur’d! Was there no time but this? What made him at the Committee, or when there why 384 spoke he honest Truth? What shall I do, good Corporal? Advise; take Gold, and see if you can corrupt his Guards: but they are better paid for doing Mischief; yet try, their Consciences are large. [Gives him Gold. Cor. I’ll venture my Life in so good a Cause, Madam. [Exit. Enter _Tom_. Tom. Madam, here’s Mr. _Ananias Gogle_, the Lay-Elder of _Clement’s_ Parish. L. Des. Damn the sham Saint; am I now in Condition to be plagu’d with his impertinent Nonsense? Tom. Oh! Pray, Madam, hear him preach a little; ’tis the purest Sport— Enter _Ananias_. Ana. Peace be in this Place. L. Des. A blessed hearing; he preaches nothing in his Conventicles, but Blood and Slaughter. [Aside. What wou’d you, Sir? I’m something busy now. Ana. Ah, the Children of the Elect have no Business but the great Work of Reformation: Yea verily, I say, all other Business is profane, and diabolical, and devilish; Yea, I say, these Dressings, Curls, and Shining Habilliments—which take so up your time, your precious time; I say, they are an Abomination, yea, an Abomination in the sight of the Righteous, and serve but as an _Ignis fatuus_, to lead vain Man astray—I say again— [Looking now and then behind on the Page. L. Des. —You are a very Coxcomb. Ana. I say again, that even I, upright I, one of the new Saints, find a sort of a—a—I know not what—a kind of a Motion as it were—a stirring up—as a Man may say, to wickedness—Yea, verily it corrupteth the outward Man within me. L. Des. Is this your Business, Sir, to rail against our Clothes, as if you intended to preach me into my Primitive Nakedness again? 385 Ana. Ah, the naked Truth is best; but, Madam, I have a little work of Grace to communicate unto you, please you to send your Page away— L. Des. Withdraw—sure I can make my Party good with one wicked Elder:—Now, Sir, your Bus’ness. [Ex. _Tom._ —Be brief. Ana. As brief as you please—but—who in the sight of so much Beau - - ty—can think of any Bus’ness but the Bus’ness—Ah! hide those tempting Breasts,—Alack, how smooth and warm they are— [Feeling ’em, and sneering. L. Des. How now, have you forgot your Function? Ana. Nay, but I am mortal Man also, and may fall seven times a day—Yea verily, I may fall seven times a day—Your Ladyship’s Husband is old,—and where there is a good excuse for falling,—ah, there the fall—ing—is excusable.—And might I but fall with your Ladyship,—might I, I say.—