That have at least some shew of Charity;
We must redress the Grievance of our People.
L. Fleet. She speaks as she were Queen, but I shall put a spoke in her rising Wheel of Fortune, or my Lord’s Politicks fail him.
[ [Scene draws off], Table with Papers: Chairs round it.
L. Lam. Where are the Ladies of the Council?—how remiss they are in their Attendance on us.
L. Fleet. Us! Heav’ns, I can scarce endure this Insolence!—We will take care to mind ’em of their Duty—
L. Lam. We, poor Creature! how simply Majesty becomes her?
[They all sitting down, enter L. Cromwel angrily, and takes her Place, L. Lam. uppermost.
—Madam, as I take it, at our last sitting, our Pleasure was, that you shou’d sit no more.
Crom. Your Pleasure! Is that the General Voice? This is my Place in spite of thee, and all thy fawning Faction, [and I shall keep it], when thou perhaps, shalt be an humble Suppliant here at my Foot-stool.