Ana. Verily, your Ladyship is most ingenious and expert.—Sir, I most humbly take my leave. [Ex. _Ana._ Enter _Tom_. Tom. My Lord, my Lord _Lambert_ has sent in all haste for you, you must attend at his House immediately. 394 Des. So, he has heard the News—I must away—let my Coach be ready. [Ex. _Des._ L. Des. How unlucky was this that _Freeman_ should be gone—Sirrah, run and see to o’ertake him, and bring him back. [Exeunt. Scene II. A fine Chamber in La. _Lambert’s_ House. Enter _Gilliflower_ and _Loveless_ by dark, richly drest. Lov. Where am I, _Gilliflower?_ Gill. In my Lady’s Apartment, Sir, she’ll be with you presently; you need not fear betraying, Sir, for I’ll assure you I’m an Heroick in my Heart: my Husband was a Captain for his Majesty of ever-blessed Memory, and kill’d at Naseby, God be thanked, Sir. Lov. What pity ’tis that thou shouldst serve this Party? Gill. Bating her Principles, my Lady has good Nature enough to oblige a Servant; and truly, Sir, my Vails were good in old _Oliver’s_ Days; I got well by that Amour between him and my Lady; the man was lavish enough. Lov. Yes, of the Nation’s Treasure—but prithee tell me, is not thy Lady mad, raving on Crowns and Kingdoms? Gill. It appears so to you, who are not us’d to the Vanity of the Party, but they are all so mad in their Degree, and in the Fit they talk of nothing else, Sir: we have tomorrow a Hearing as they call it. Lov. What’s that, a Conventicle? Gill. No, no, Sir, Ladies of the last Edition, that present their Grievances to the Council of Ladies, of which my Lady’s chief, which Grievances are laid open to the Committee of Safety, and so redress’d or slighted, as they are. Lov. That must be worth one’s Curiosity, could one but see’t. Gill. We admit no Man, Sir. Lov. ’Sdeath, for so good a sight I will turn Woman, I’ll act it to a hair. 395 Gill. That would be excellent. Lov. Nay, I must do’t; the Novelty is rare—but I’m impatient—prithee let thy Lady know I wait. Gill. She’s in Affairs of State, but will be here immediately; mean time, retire into her Cabinet, I’ll send the Page with Lights, there you may repose till my Lady comes, on the Pallat. [She leads him out. Scene III. A great Chamber of State, and Canopy in _Lambert’s_ House. And at a Table, seated _Lambert_, _Fleetwood_, _Desbro_, _Hewson_, _Duckenfield_, _Wariston_, _Cobbet_; all half drunk, with Bottles and Glasses on the Table; L. _Lam._ and L. _Fleet._ Lam. My Lord _Wariston_, you are not merry to night. War. Wons, Mon, this _Monk_ sticks in my Gullet, the muckle Diel pull him out by th’ Lugs; the faud Loone will en spoyle and our Sport, mon. Lam. I thought I had enough satisfied all your Fears; the Army’s mine, that is,—’tis yours, my Lords, and I’ll imploy it too so well for the Good of the Commonwealth, you shall have Cause to commend both my Courage and Conduct; my Lord _Wariston_, will you accompany me?