Enter Loveless, Freeman, and others with Petitions.
War. Ah, my gued Loord, I’s yare most obedient humble Servant. [Bowing to Lam. all set.
All. Hum, hum.
Fleet. My Lords and Gentlemen, we are here met together in the Name of the Lard—
Duc. Yea, and I hope we shall hang together as one Man—A Pox upon your Preaching. [Aside.
Fleet. —And hope this Day’s great Work will be for his Praise and Glory.
Duc. ’Bating long Graces, my Lord, we are met together for the Bus’ness of the Nation, to settle it, and to establish a Government.
Fleet. Yea, verily: and I hope you will all unanimously agree, it shall be your unworthy Servant.
Lam. What else, my Lord.
Fleet. And as thou, Lard, hast put the Sword into my Hand—