L. Lam. You can do nothing as you shou’d do’t: You want [Old Oliver’s Brains], Old Oliver’s Courage, and Old Oliver’s Counsel: Ah, what a politick Fellow was little Sir Anthony! What a Head-piece was there! What a plaguy Fellow [Old Thurlo], and the rest! But get ye back, and return me Protector at least, or never hope for Peace again.
Lam. My Soul, trouble not thy self, go in—
With mine no Power can equal be,
And I will be a King to humour thee. [Exeunt.
[ Scene I. A Council-Chamber, great Table, Chairs, and Papers.]
Enter two Clerks, who lay Papers in Order, and Doorkeeper.
Door. Come, haste, haste, the Lords are coming—keep back there, room for the Lords, room for the honourable Lords: Heav’n bless your Worships Honours.
Enter Lambert, Fleetwood, Whitlock, Wariston, discoursing earnestly; to them Duckenfield, Cobbet, Hewson, Desbro, and others; Duck. takes Wariston by the Hand, and talks to him.
War. Bread a gued, Gentlemen, I’s serv’d the Commonwealth long and faithfully; I’s turn’d and turn’d to aud Interest and aud Religions that turn’d up Trump, and wons a me, but I’s get naught but Bagery by my Sol; I’s noo put in for a Pansion as well as rest o ya Loones.