Felt. Yea, and with Reason they say; for the Pope in disguise was found under the Lady’s Bed, and two huge Jesuits as big as [the tall Irish-man], with Blunderbusses; having, as ’tis said, a Design to steal the Crown, now in Custody of the General—
2 Sold. Good lack, is’t possible?
Joyn. Nay, Sir, ’tis true, and is’t not time we look’d about us?
Cor. A Pox upon ye all for lying Knaves—secure ’em both on the Guard till farther Order—and let us into th’ City, Boys: hay for Lombard-Street.
2 Sold. Ay, hay for Lombard-Street; there’s a Shop I have mark’d out for my own already.
1 Sold. There’s a handsom Citizen’s Wife, that I have an Eye upon, her Husband’s a rich Banker, I’ll take t’one with t’other.
Joyn. You are mistaken, Sir, that Plunder is reserv’d for us, if they begin to mutiny; that wicked City that is so weary of a Commonwealth.
2 Sold. Yes, they’re afraid of the Monster they themselves have made.
Enter Lov. and Free. in disguise.
Cor. Hah, my noble Colonel! what, in disguise!