Free. I’ll give ye Bond and Vows, unkind _Maria_,—Here take my Hand—Be it known unto all Men, by these Presents, that I, _John Freeman_ of _London_, Gent, acknowledge my self in Debt to _Maria Desbro_, the Sum of one Heart, with an incurable Wound; one Soul, destin’d hers from its first Being; and one Body, whole, sound, and in perfect Health; which I here promise to pay to the said _Maria_, upon Demand, if the aforesaid _John Freeman_ be not hang’d before such Demand made. Whereto I set my Hand—and seal it with my Lips. [In a Tone. L. Des. And I, in consideration of such Debt, do freely give unto the abovesaid _John Freeman_, the Heart and Body of the abovesaid _Maria Desbro_, with all Appurtenances thereto belonging, whenever it shall please Heaven to bring my Husband fairly to the Gallows. [In a Tone. Free. Amen—kiss the Book— [Kisses her. [_Ana._ hums without. L. Des. Hah! that’s _Ananias_; sure some Danger’s near, the necessary Rascal gives us notice of. Free. ’Tis so, what wouldst thou have me do? L. Des. Thou art undone if seen—here, step within this Curtain. [He goes. 391 Enter _Ananias_, humming, and spreading his Cloak wide; _Desbro_ behind him, puffing in a Chafe. Des. Ads nigs, what a Change is here like to be?—puff, puff—we have manag’d Matters sweetly—to let the _Scotch_ General undermine us; puff, puff. L. Des. What’s the Matter? Des. Nothing, Cockey, nothing, but that we are like to return to our first nothing. Ana. Yea, verily, when our time’s come; but ah, the great Work of Reformation is not yet fully accomplish’d, which must be wrought by the Saints, and we cannot spare one of them until the Work be finish’d. Des. Yea, yea, it is finish’d I doubt, puff, puff: fie, fie, what a Change is here! Ana. Patience, ah, ’tis a precious Virtue!— Des. Patience, Sir! what, when I shall lose so many fine Estates which did appertain to the Wicked; and which, I trusted, had been establish’d ours, and tell’st thou me of Patience? puff, puff. [Walking fast. Ana. How! lose ’em, Sir? handle the matter with Patience; I hope the Committee of Safety, or the Rump, will not do an illegal thing to one of the Brethren. Des. No, no, I have been a trusty Knave to them, and so I have found them all to me: but _Monk! Monk!_ O that ever we should be such blind Fools to trust an honest General! Ana. Patience, Sir! what of him? Des. I just now receiv’d private Intelligence, he’s coming out of _Scotland_ with his Forces—puff, puff. Ana. Why, let him come a Gad’s Name, we have those will give him a civil Salute, if he mean not honourably to the Commonwealth. Patience, Sir. Des. But if he proves the stronger, and shou’d chance to be so great a Traitor to us, to bring in the Man—the King. L. Des. How, the King, Husband! the great Heroick! Free. Death, this Woman is a Sybil: ah, noble _Monk!_ Ana. Hum—the King!— 392 Des. Ah, and with the King, the Bishops; and then, where’s all our Church and Bishops Lands! oh, undone—puff, puff.