Duc. I know not what your faud Theefe can do; but I’ll hold you a Wager, Colonel _Hewson_, and Colonel _Desbro_ shall dance ye the Seint’s Jigg with any Sinner of your Kirk, or field Conventicler. War. Wons, and I’s catch ’em at that Sport, I’s dance tol ’em for a _Scotch_ Poond; but farst yar Song, my Lord, I hope ’tis boody, or else ’tis not werth a Feart. All. He, he, he. SONG, sung by my Lord _Lambert_. A Pox of the States-man that’s witty, That watches and plots all the sleepless Night, For seditious Harangues to the _Whigs_ of the City, And piously turns a Traitor in spite. Let him wrack, and torment his lean Carrion, To bring his sham-Plots about, Till Religion, King, Bishop, and Baron, For the publick Good, be quite routed out. 398 Whilst we that are no Politicians, But Rogues that are resolute, bare-fac’d and great, Boldly head the rude Rabble in open Sedition, Bearing all down before us in Church and in State. Your Impudence is the best State-trick, And he that by Law means to rule, Let his History with ours be related, Tho we prove the Knaves, ’tis he is the Fool. War. The Diel a me, wele sung, my Lord, and gen aud Trades fail, yas make a quaint Minstrel. All. He, he, he. War. Noo, Sirs, yar Dance? [They fling Cushions at one another, and grin. Musick plays.] —Marry, Sirs, an this be yar dancing, tol dance and ne’er stir Stap, the Diel lead the Donce for _Archibald_. [When they have flung Cushions thus a while to the Musick time, they beat each other from the Table, one by one, and fall into a godly Dance; after a while, _Wariston_ rises, and dances ridiculously a while amongst them; then to the Time of the Tune, they take out the rest, as at the Cushion-Dance, or in that nature. _Wariston_ being the last taken in, leads the rest. —Haud, Minstrels, haud; Bread a gued. I’s fatch ad Ladies in—lead away, Minstrels, tol my Lady’s Apartment. [Musick playing before all. [Exeunt dancing. Scene IV. Flat. Enter _Page_. Page. _Cock_, Here must I wait, to give my Lady notice when my Lord approaches;—The fine Gentleman that is alone with her, gave me these two fine Pieces of Gold, and bad me buy a Sword to fight for the King withal; and I’m resolv’d to lay it all out in a Sword, not a penny in Nickers, and fight for the Heroicks as long as I have a 399 Limb, if they be all such fine Men as this within. But hark, sure I hear some coming.— [Exit. [Flat Scene draws off, discovers L. _Lam._ on a Couch, with _Loveless_, tying a rich Diamond-Bracelet about his Arm: a Table behind with Lights, on which a Velvet Cushion, with a Crown and Scepter cover’d. Lov. This Present’s too magnificent: such Bracelets young Monarchs shou’d put on. L. Lam. Persons like me, when they make Presents, Sir, must do it for their Glory, not considering the Merit of the Wearer: yet this, my charming _Loveless_, comes short of what I ought to pay thy Worth; comes short too of my Love. Lov. You bless me, Madam—