He made a true and lawful use of it,
To settle our great Master in his Throne;
And by an Act so glorious raise his Name
Even above the Title of a King.
L. Lam. You love me not, that would persuade me from My Glory.
Enter Gilliflower.
Gill. Oh, Madam, the Lords are all got merry, as they call it, and are all dancing hither.
L. Lam. What, at their Oliverian Frolicks?—Dear Loveless, withdraw, I wou’d not give the fond believing Fool a Jealousy of me.
Gill. Withdraw, Madam? ’tis impossible, he must run just into their Mouths.
L. Lam. I’m ill at these Intrigues, being us’d to Lovers that still came with such Authority, that modestly [my Husband wou’d withdraw]—but Loveless is in danger, therefore take care he be not seen.