L. Des. How unlucky was this that Freeman should be gone—Sirrah, run and see to o’ertake him, and bring him back. [Exeunt.
[ Scene II.] [A fine Chamber in La. Lambert’s House.]
Enter Gilliflower and Loveless by dark, richly drest.
Lov. Where am I, Gilliflower?
Gill. In my Lady’s Apartment, Sir, she’ll be with you presently; you need not fear betraying, Sir, for I’ll assure you I’m an Heroick in my Heart: my Husband was a Captain for his Majesty of ever-blessed Memory, and kill’d at Naseby, God be thanked, Sir.
Lov. What pity ’tis that thou shouldst serve this Party?
Gill. Bating her Principles, my Lady has good Nature enough to oblige a Servant; and truly, Sir, my [Vails] were good in old Oliver’s Days; I got well by that Amour between him and my Lady; the man was lavish enough.
Lov. Yes, of the Nation’s Treasure—but prithee tell me, is not thy Lady mad, raving on Crowns and Kingdoms?
Gill. It appears so to you, who are not us’d to the Vanity of the Party, but they are all so mad in their Degree, and in the Fit they talk of nothing else, Sir: we have tomorrow a Hearing as they call it.
Lov. What’s that, a Conventicle?