Free. Patience—Well, my Lord, we find you are obdurate, and we’ll withdraw.
Lam. Do so: And if you dare presume to trouble us any more, I’ll have you whip’d, d’ye hear.
L. Des. Madam, I’ll take my leave of your Ladyship.
[Ex. Lov. Free. and L. Des.
L. Lam. My Lord, ’twas I that ought to threaten ’em—but you’re so forward still—what makes you from the Committee?
Lam. I left some Papers behind.
L. Lam. And they’ll make use of your Absence to set up Fleetwood King.
Lam. I’ll warrant ye, my Dear.
L. Lam. You’ll warrant! you are a Fool, and a Coxcomb; I see I must go my self, there will be no Bus’ness done till I thunder ’em together: They want Old Oliver amongst ’em, his Arbitrary Nod cou’d make ye all tremble; when he wanted Power or Money, he need but cock in Parliament, and lay his Hand upon his Sword, and cry, I must have Money, and had it, or kick’d ye all out of Doors: And you are all mealy mouth’d, you cannot cock for a Kingdom.
Lam. I’ll warrant ye, Dear, I can do as good a thing for a Kingdom.