Des. Had not the Lard put it into your Hearts to have given me two thousand per Annum out of Bishops Lands, and three thousand per Annum out of the Marquess’s Estate; how shou’d I have liv’d and serv’d the Commonwealth as I have done?
Free. A plague confound his Honour, he makes a hard shift to live on Eight thousand Pound a Year, who was born and bred a Hedger.
Lov. Patience, Friend.
Lam. I have been thinking—but I’ll find out a way.
Lov. Or betray some honest Gentleman, on purpose to gratify the Loone.
Lam. And, Gentlemen, I am bound in Honour and Conscience to speak in behalf of my Lord Whitlock; I think fit, if you agree with me, he shou’d be made Constable of Windsor Castle, Warden of the Forest, with the Rents, Perquisities, and Profits thereto belonging; nor can your Lordships confer a Place of greater Trust and Honour in more safe Hands.
Due. I find he wou’d oblige all to his side. [Aside.
Has he not part of the [Duke of Buckingham’s Estate] already, with Chelsey House, and several other Gifts?
Lam. He has dearly deserv’d ’em; he has serv’d our Interest well and faithfully.
Due. And he has been well paid for’t.