Lam. My only Dear, be patient; hah!—Something moves under me; Treason, Treason! [He rises.
[Lov. rolls off, and turns Lam. over, the rest of the Men run out crying Treason, Treason, overthrowing the Lights, putting ’em out.
L. Lam. Treason, Treason! my Lord, my Lord!
Lam. Lights there, a Plot, a Popish Plot, Lights!
L. Lam. The Crown, the Crown, guard the Crown!
[She groping about, finds Lov. by his Clothes, knows him.
—Here, take this Key, the next room is my Bed-chamber, Secure yourself a moment.— [Ex. Loveless.
Lights there, the Crown—who art thou? [Takes hold of Lam.
Lam. ’Tis I.
L. Lam. Ah, my Lord, what’s the matter?—