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.
Lam. I confess, I owe all my good Fortune to thee.
Enter Page.
Page. My Lord, my Lord Wariston, Lord Hewson, Colonel Cobbet, and Colonel Duckenfield desire the Honour of waiting on you.
L. Lam. This has a Face of Greatness—let ’em wait a while i’th’ Antichamber.
Lam. My Love, I would have ’em come in.
L. Lam. You wou’d have ’em! you wou’d have a Fool’s Head of your own; pray let me be Judge of what their Duty is, and what your Glory: I say I’ll have ’em wait.