Free. But suppose ’twere the new Protectress her self, the fine Lady Lambert?
Lov. The greatest Devil of all; damn her, do’st think I’ll [cuckold the Ghost of old Oliver]?
Free. The better; There’s some Revenge in’t; do’st know her?
Lov. Never saw her, nor care to do.
Cor. Colonel, do you command me any thing?
Free. Yes, I’ll send thee with a Note—Let’s step into a Shop and write it; Loveless, stay a moment, and I’ll be with thee. [Ex. Free. and Corporal.
Enter L. Lambert, L. Desbro, Gilliflower, Pages with great Bibles, and Footmen. Loveless walks sullenly, not seeing ’em. [L. Lambert’s Train carried.
L. Lam. O, I’m impatient to know his Name; ah, Desbro, he betray’d all my Devotion; and when I would have pray’d, Heav’n knows it was to him, and for him only.
L. Des. What manner of Man was it?
L. Lam. I want Words to describe him; not tall, nor short; well made, and such a Face—