And give him every Opportunity,
Had not my Piety defeated your Endeavours.
Lam. That was for Glory,
Who wou’d not be a Cuckold to be great?
—If Cromwell leap’d into my Saddle once,
I’ll step into his Throne for’t: but, to be pointed at
By Rascals that I—rule—’tis insupportable.
L. Lam. How got this Fellow drunk? call up my Officers!
Who durst deliver him this quantity of Wine?
Send strait in my Name, to summon all the