Fleet. We shall not be backward to gratify any that have serv’d the Commonwealth.
Whit. There’s Money enough; we have taxt the Nation high.
Due. Yes, if we knew where to find it: however, read.
Clerk reads.] To [Walter Walton], Draper, six thousand nine hundred twenty nine Pounds six Shillings and five Pence, for Blacks for his [Highness’s Funeral].
Lam. For the Devil’s; put it down for Oliver Cromwel’s Funeral: We’ll have no Record rise up in Judgment for such a Villain.
Lav. How live Asses kick the dead Lion! [Aside.
Due. Hark ye, my Lords, we sit here to reward Services done to the Commonwealth; let us consider whether this be a Service to the Commonwealth or not?
Lam. However, we will give him Paper for’t.
Hews. Ay, let him get his Money when he can.
Lam. Paper’s not so dear, and the Clerk’s Pains will be rewarded.