War. Guds Benizon [light on yu], my gued Loords, for this Day’s Work; Madam, I kiss your white Honds.
Duc. My Lord, I have not been behind-hand in this Day’s turn of State.
Lam. ’Tis confess’d, Sir; what would you infer from that?
Duc. Why, I wou’d know how things go; who shall be General, who Protector?
Hews. My Friend has well translated his meaning.
L. Lam. Fy, how that filthy Cobler Lord betrays his Function.
Duc. We’re in a Chaos, a Confusion, as we are.
Hews. Indeed the Commonwealth at present is out at Heels, and wants underlaying.
Cob. And the People expect something suddenly from us.
Whit. My Lords and Gentlemen, we must consider a while.