2 Lady. And most remarkably, at the Trial of the late Man, I spit in’s Face, and betray’d the [Earl of Holland] to the Parliament.
Crom. In the King’s Face, you mean—it shew’d your Zeal for the Good Cause.
2 Lady. And ’twas my Husband that headed the Rabble, to pull down [Gog and Magog], the Bishops, broke the Idols in the Windows, and turn’d the Churches into Stables and Dens of Thieves; rob’d the Altar of the Cathedral of the twelve pieces of Plate call’d the twelve Apostles, turn’d eleven of ’em into Money, and kept [Judas] for his own use at home.
L. Fleet. On my Word, most wisely perform’d, note it down—
3 Lady. And my Husband made Libels on the Man from the first Troubles to this day, defam’d and profan’d the Woman and her Children, printed all the Man’s Letters to the Woman with Burlesque Marginal Notes, pull’d down the sumptuous Shrines in Churches, and with the golden and Popish Spoils adorn’d his own Houses and Chimney-Pieces.
L. Lam. We shall consider these great Services.
Lov. To what a height is Impudence arriv’d? [Aside.
L. Lam. Proceed to private Grievances.
Lov. An’t please your Honours, my Husband prays too much; which both hinders his private bus’ness at home, and his publick Services to the Commonwealth—
L. Lam. A double Grievance—set it down, Gilliflower.