Gill. No, no, Sir, Ladies of the last Edition, that present their Grievances to the Council of Ladies, of which my Lady’s chief, which Grievances are laid open to the Committee of Safety, and so redress’d or slighted, as they are.
Lov. That must be worth one’s Curiosity, could one but see’t.
Gill. We admit no Man, Sir.
Lov. ’Sdeath, for so good a sight I will turn Woman, I’ll act it to a hair.
Gill. That would be excellent.
Lov. Nay, I must do’t; the Novelty is rare—but I’m impatient—prithee let thy Lady know I wait.
Gill. She’s in Affairs of State, but will be here immediately; mean time, retire into her Cabinet, I’ll send the Page with Lights, there you may repose till my Lady comes, on the Pallat. [She leads him out.
[ Scene III.] [A great Chamber of State, and Canopy in Lambert’s House.]
And at a Table, seated Lambert, Fleetwood, Desbro, Hewson, Duckenfield, Wariston, Cobbet; all half drunk, with Bottles and Glasses on the Table; L. Lam. and L. Fleet.
Lam. My Lord Wariston, you are not merry to night.