War. By my Sol, mon, and there war a poor Woman the other Day, begg’d o’th’ Carle the Speaker, but he’d give her nought unless she’d let a Feart; wons at last a Feart she lat. Ay marry, quoth the Woman, noo my Rump has a Speaker te.
All. He, he, he.
Due. But to our Bus’ness—
Des. Bus’ness; ay, there’s the thing, I’ve a World on’t. I shou’d go and bespeak a Pair of Mittins and Shears for my Hedger and Shearer, a pair of Cards for my Thrasher, a Scythe for my Mower, and a Screen-Fan for my Lady-Wife, and many other things; my Head’s full of Bus’ness. I cannot stay—
Whit. Fy, my Lord, will you neglect the bus’ness of the Day? We meet to oblige the Nation, and gratify our Friends.
Des. Nay, I’ll do any thing, so I may rise time enough to see my Horses at Night.
Lav. Damn ’em, [what stuff’s here] for a Council-Table?
Free. Where are our English Spirits, that can be govern’d by such Dogs as these?—
Lam. Clerk, read the Heads of what past at our last sitting.
War. In the first place, I must mind your Lordships tol consider those that have been gued Members in the Commonwealth.