_L. Lam._ Heaven! How he looks and speaks-- [To _Desbro_, aside.
_L. Des._ Oh, these Heroicks, Madam, have the most charming Tongues.
_L. Lam._ Pray come to me-- and ask for any of my Officers, and you shall have admittance--
_Lov._ Who shall I ask for, Madam? for I"m yet ignorant to whom I owe for this great Bounty.
_L. Lam._ Not know me! Thou art indeed a Stranger.
I thought I"d been so elevated above the common Crowd, it had been visible to all Eyes who I was.
_Lov._ Pardon my Ignorance.
My Soul conceives ye all that Heaven can make ye, Of Great, of Fair and Excellent; But cannot guess a Name to call you by But such as would displease ye-- My Heart begins to fail, and by her Vanity I fear she"s one of the new Race of Quality: --But be she Devil, I must love that Form. [Aside.
_L. Lam._ Hard Fate of Greatness, we so highly elevated Are more expos"d to Censure than the little ones, By being forc"d to speak our Pa.s.sions first.
--Is my Coach ready?
_Page._ It waits your Honour.
_L. Lam._ I give you leave to visit me-- ask for the General"s Lady, if my t.i.tle be not by that time alter"d.
_Lov._ Pistols and Daggers to my Heart-- "tis so.
_L. Lam._ Adieu, Sir.
[Ex. all but _Lov._ who stands musing.
Enter _Freeman_.
_Free._ How now, what"s the matter with thee?
_Lov._ Prithee wake me, _Freeman_.
_Free._ Wake thee!
_Lov._ I dream; by Heaven I dream; Nay, yet the lovely Phantom"s in my View.
Oh! wake me, or I sleep to perfect Madness.
_Free._ What ail"st thou? what did"st dream of?
_Lov._ A strange fantastick Charmer, A thing just like a Woman Friend; It walkt and lookt with wondrous Majesty, Had Eyes that kill"d, and Graces deck"d her Face; But when she talk"d, mad as the Winds she grew, Chimera in the form of Angel, Woman!
_Free._ Who the Devil meanest thou?
_Lov._ By Heav"n I know not, but, as she vanish"d hence, she bad me come to the General"s.
_Free._ Why, this is she I told thee ey"d thee so at the Conventicle; "tis _Lambert_, the renown"d, the famous Lady _Lambert_-- Mad call"st thou her? "tis her ill acted Greatness, thou mistak"st; thou art not us"d to the Pageantry of these Women yet: they all run thus mad; "tis Greatness in "em, _Loveless._
_Lov._ And is thine thus, thy Lady _Desbro_?
_Free._ She"s of another Cut, she married, as most do, for Interest-- but what-- thou"t to her?
_Lov._ If Lightning stop my way:-- Perhaps a sober View may make me hate her. [Exeunt both.
SCENE II. _A Chamber in _Lambert"s_ House._
Enter _Lambert_ and _Whitlock_.
_Whit._ My Lord, now is your time, you may be King; Fortune is yours, you"ve time it self by th" Fore-lock.
_Lam._ If I thought so, I"d hold him fast, by Heaven.
_Whit._ If you let slip this Opportunity, my Lord, you are undone-- _Aut Caesar, aut Nullus._
_Lam._ But _Fleetwood_--
_Whit._ Hang him, soft Head.
_Lam._ True, he"s of an easy Nature; yet if thou didst but know how little Wit governs this mighty Universe, thou wou"dst not wonder Men should set up him.
_Whit._ That will not recommend him at this _Juncto_, tho he"s an excellent Tool for your Lordship to make use of; and therefore use him, Sir, as _Cataline_ did _Lentulus_; drill the dull Fool with Hopes of Empire on, and that all tends to his Advancement only: The Blockhead will believe the Crown his own: What other Hopes could make him ruin Richard, a Gentleman of Qualities a thousand times beyond him?
_Lam._ They were both too soft; an ill Commendation for a General, who should be rough as Storms of War it self.
_Whit._ His time was short, and yours is coming on; Old Oliver had his.
_Lam._ I hate the Memory of that Tyrant Oliver.
_Whit._ So do I, now he"s dead, and serves my Ends no more. I lov"d the Father of the great Heroick, whilst he had Power to do me good: he failing, Reason directed me to the Party then prevailing, the f.a.g-end of the Parliament: "tis true, I took the Oath of Allegiance, as Oliver, your Lordship, Tony, and the rest did, without which we could not have sat in that Parliament; but that Oath was not for our Advantage, and so better broke than kept.
_Lam._ I am of your Opinion, my Lord.
_Whit._ Let Honesty and Religion preach against it. But how cou"d I have serv"d the Commons by deserting the King? how have I show"d my self loyal to your Interest, by fooling Fleet-wood, in the deserting of d.i.c.k; by dissolving the honest Parliament, and bringing in the odious Rump?
how cou"d I have flatter"d Ireton, by telling him Providence brought thingsabout, when "twas mere Knavery all; and that the Hand of the Lord was in"t, when I knew the Devil was in"t? or indeed, how cou"d I now advise you to be King, if I had started at Oaths, or preferr"d Honesty or Divinity before Interest and the Good Old Came?
_Lam._ Nay,"tis most certain, he that will live in this World, must be endu"d with the three rare Qualities of Dissimulation, Equivocation, and mental Reservation.
_Whit._ In which Excellency, Heav"n be prais"d, we out-do the Jesuits.
Enter Lady _Lambert_.
_L. Lam._ I"m glad to see you so well employ"d, my Lord, as in Discourse with my Lord Whitlock, he"s of our Party, and has Wit.
_Whit._ Your Honour graces me too much.
_Lam._ My Lord, my Lady is an absolute States-woman.
_L. Lam._ Yes, I think things had not arriv"d to this exalted height, nor had you been in prospect of a Crown, had not my Politicks exceeded your meaner Ambition.