Crom. Thou lyest, thou wo’t be hang’d first; mark that I tell thee so. I’ll prove _Cassandra_ to thee, and prophesy thy Doom; Heav’n pays the Traitor back with equal Measure. Remember how you serv’d my poor Son Richard. [Ex. _Crom._ and _Page_. Fleet. She’s mad—Come, my Dear, let’s leave the House of this Villain, that meant to have cozen’d me illegally or three Kingdoms—but that I outwitted him at last. [Ex. _Fleet._ L. _Fleet_, and _Page_. 418 Enter _Page_. L. Lam. Imprison’d too, i’th’ Tower! what Fate is mine? [Leans on _Des._ Page. Madam, the fine Heroick’s come to wait on you. L. Lam. Hah! _Loveless!_ let him not see the Ruin of my Greatness, which he foretold, and kindly begg’d I wou’d usurp no more. [Weep. Enter _Loveless_. Lov. This News has brought me back, I love this Woman, Vain as she is, in spite of all her Fopperies of State— [Bows to her, and looks sad. L. Lam. Alas, I do not merit thy Respect, I’m fall’n to Scorn, to Pity and Contempt. [Weeping. Ah, Loveless, fly the wretched—Thy Virtue is too noble to be shin’d on By any thing but rising Suns alone: I’m a declining Shade— Lov. By Heaven, you were never great till now; I never thought thee so much worth my Love, My Knee, and Adoration, till this Minute. [Kneels. —I come to offer you my Life, and all The little Fortune the rude Herd has left me. L. Lam. Is there such God-like Virtue in your Sex? Or, rather, in your Party. Curse on the Lyes and Cheats of Conventicles, That taught me first to think Heroicks Devils, Blood-thirsty, leud, tyrannick, salvage Monsters. —But I believe ’em Angels all, if all like _Loveless_. What heavenly thing then must the Master be, Whose Servants are divine? [Enter _Page_ running. Page. Oh, Madam! all the Heroick Boys are up in Arms, and swear they’ll have your Highness, dead or alive,—they have besieg’d the House. L. Lam. Heav’ns, the Rabble!—those faithless things 419 that us’d to croud my Coach’s Wheels, and stop my Passage, with their officious Noise and Adoration. Enter _Freeman_. Free. _Loveless_, thy Aid; the City-Sparks are up; Their zealous Loyalty admits no Bounds. A glorious Change is coming, and I’ll appear now barefac’d. Lov. Madam, fear not the Rabble; retire. _Freeman_ and I can still ’em. Leads her in, and bows low. Free. My dear _Maria_, I shall claim ye shortly— L. Des. Do your worst, I’m ready for the Challenge. [Go in. [Ex. _Lov._ and _Free._ another way. Scene III. The Street. Enter _Captain_ and the rest. Capt. I say we’ll have the She-Politican out, she did more mischief than her Husband, pitiful, dittiful _Lambert_; who is, thanks be prais’d, in the Tower, to which place Lord of his Mercy bring all the King’s Enemies. All. Amen, Amen. Enter _Lov._ and _Freeman_. Lov. Why, how now, Captain, what, besiege the Women! No, let us lead our Force to nobler Enemies. Capt. Nay, noble Chief, your Word’s our Law. Lov. No, I resign that Title to the brave _Scotch_ General, who has just now enter’d the City.