Cob. What we can serve you in, my Lord, you may command.
Duc. And I too, my Lord, when the Government is new moulded.
War. Wons, Sirs, and I’s sa moold it, ’twas ne’er sa moolded sen the Dam boon’d the Head on’t.
Duc. I know there are some ambitious Persons that are for a single Person; but we’ll have hot Work e’er we yield to that.
War. The faud Diel [take ’em then for Archibald; ’tis] [warse] than Monarchy.
Duc. A thousand times: have we with such Industry been pulling down Kings of the Royal Family, to set up Tyrants of our own, of mean and obscure Birth? No, if we’re for a single Person, I’m for a lawful one.
War. Wons and ya have spoken aud, my Lord, so am I.
Due. But Lambert has a busy, haughty Spirit, and thinks to carry it; but we’ll have no single Person.
War. Nor I, ods Bread; the faud Diel brest the Wem of Lambert, or any single Person in England. I’s for yare Interest, my gued Lords. [Bowing.
Lam. My Lord Wariston, will you please to assume the Chair?