Lam. I’m gone—and once more pardon my Mistake. [Bows, and goes out. Ex. _Gill._ L. Lam. —So, this fighting Fool, so worshipp’d by the Rabble, How meanly can a Woman make him sneak?— 405 The happy Night’s our own— [To _Loveless_. Enter _Gill._ _Loveless_. Lov. Excellent Creature, how I do adore thee! L. Lam. But you, perhaps, are satisfied already— Lov. Never; shou’dst thou be kind to all Eternity. Thou hast one Virtue more, I pay thee Homage for; I heard from the Alcove how great a Mistress thou art in the dear Mystery of Jilting. L. Lam. That’s the first Lesson Women learn in Conventicles, Religion teaches those Maxims to our Sex: by this Kings are deposed, and Commonwealths are rul’d; By Jilting all the Universe is fool’d. [Exeunt. ACT V. Scene I. A Street. Enter _Corporal_, half drest; with Soldiers, Joyner, and Felt-maker. Cor. Ha, Rogues, the City-Boys are up in Arms; brave Boys, all for the King now! Felt. Have a care what you say, Sir; but as to the City’s being in Mutiny, that makes well for us: we shall fall to our old Trade of plundering; something will fall to the Righteous, and there is Plunder enough. Cor. You plunder, Sirrah! knock him down, and carry him into the Guard-room, and secure him. [Two Soldiers seize him. 1 Sold. They say the Committee of Safety sate all Night at General _Lambert’s_, about some great Affair—some rare Change, Rogues. 2 Sold. Yes, and to put off Sorrow, they say, were all right reverendly drunk too. Cor. I suppose there is some heavenly matter in hand; there was Treason cried out at the General’s last night, and the Committee of no Safety all ran away. 1 Sold. Or rather reel’d away. 406 Cor. The Ladies squeak’d, the Lords fled, and all the House was up in Arms. Felt. Yea, and with Reason they say; for the Pope in disguise was found under the Lady’s Bed, and two huge Jesuits as big as the tall _Irish-man_, with Blunderbusses; having, as ’tis said, a Design to steal the Crown, now in Custody of the General— 2 Sold. Good lack, is’t possible? Joyn. Nay, Sir, ’tis true, and is’t not time we look’d about us? Cor. A Pox upon ye all for lying Knaves—secure ’em both on the Guard till farther Order—and let us into th’ City, Boys: hay for _Lombard-Street_. 2 Sold. Ay, hay for _Lombard-Street_; there’s a Shop I have mark’d out for my own already. 1 Sold. There’s a handsom Citizen’s Wife, that I have an Eye upon, her Husband’s a rich Banker, I’ll take t’one with t’other. Joyn. You are mistaken, Sir, that Plunder is reserv’d for us, if they begin to mutiny; that wicked City that is so weary of a Commonwealth. 2 Sold. Yes, they’re afraid of the Monster they themselves have made. Enter _Lov._ and _Free._ in disguise. Cor. Hah, my noble Colonel! what, in disguise! Free. We have made our Escapes—and hope to see better times shortly, the noble _Scotch_ General is come, Boys. Enter _Captain_ of the Prentices, and a great Gang with him, arm’d with Swords, Staffs, &c.