Crom. [without] Does she keep State in the Devil’s Name, and must I wait?
L. Lam. Heavens! I shall be scandalized by the Godly. Dear Gilliflower, conceal my Cavalier; I would not have a Cavalier seen with me for all the World—Step into my Cabinet. [Ex. Gil. and Lov.
Enter L. Cromwel, held back by a Man—to them Gilliflower.
Crom. Unhand me, Villain—’twas not long since a Rudeness, Sir, like this had forfeited thy Head.
L. Lam. What wou’d the Woman?
Crom. The Knave, the perjur’d Villain thy Husband, by th’ Throat: thou proud, imperious Baggage, to make me wait; whose Train thou hast been proud to bear—how durst thou, after an Affront like this, trust thy false Face within my Fingers reach? that Face, that first bewitch’d the best of Husbands from me, and tempted him to sin.
Gil. I beseech your Highness retire, the Woman’s mad.
Crom. Highness in the Devil’s Name, sure ’tis not come to that; no, I may live to see thy Cuckold hang’d first, his Politicks are yet too shallow, Mistress. Heavens! Did my Husband make him Lord for this? raise him to Honour, Trusts, Commands, and Counsels,
To ruin all our Royal Family,
Betray young Richard, who had reign’d in Peace