Page. My Lord Fleetwood too is just alighted, shall lie wait too, Madam?
L. Lam. He may approach: and d’ye hear—put on your fawning Looks, flatter him, and profess much Friendship to him, you may betray him with the more facility.
Whit. Madam, you counsel well. [Ex. Page.
Page re-enters with Lord Fleetwood.
Lam. My good Lord, your most submissive Servant.
Whit. My gracious Lord, I am your Creature—your Slave—
Fleet. I profess ingeniously, I am much engag’d to you, my good Lords; I hope things are now in [the Lard’s handling], and will go on well for his Glory and my Interest, and that all my good People of England will do things that become good Christians.
Whit. Doubt us not, my good Lord; the Government cannot be put into abler Hands than those of your Lordship; it has hitherto been in the hard Clutches of Jews, Infidels, and Pagans.
Fleet. Yea, verily, Abomination has been in the Hands of Iniquity.
Lam. But, my Lord, those Hands, by my good Conduct, are now cut off, and our Ambition is, your Lordship wou’d take the Government upon you.