Of Piety, Traytor to Heaven and Goodness.
Fleet. Who calls him so? Pray take their Names down: I profess ingeniously, forsooth, Madam, verily I’ll order ’em, as I am here I will.
Crom. Thou, alas! they scorn so poor a thing as thou.
Fleet. Do they ingeniously? I’ll be even with ’em, forsooth, Mother, as I am here I will, and there’s an end on’t.
Crom. I wou’d there were an end of our Disgrace and Shame,
Which is but just begun, I fear.
What will become of that fair Monument
Thy careful Father did erect for thee, [To L. Fleetwood.
Yet whilst he liv’d, next to thy Husband Ireton,
Lest none shou’d do it for thee after he were dead;