Lov. Oliver the first, an’t please ye.
L. Lam. Of horrid Memory; write that down—who yours?
2 Lady. Richard the fourth, an’t like your Honour.
Gill. Of sottish Memory; shall I write that down too?
L. Des. Most remarkably.
Crom. Heav’ns! Can I hear this Profanation of our Royal Family? [Aside.
L. Lam. I wonder with what impudence Noll and Dick cou’d Knightify your Husbands; for ’tis a Rule in Heraldry, that none can make a Knight but him that is one; ’tis Sancha Pancha’s Case in Don Quixot.
Crom. How dare you question my Husband’s Authority? [Rises in Anger.
Who nobly won his Honour in the Field,
Not like thy sneaking Lord who gain’d his Title