Free. My dear Maria, I shall claim ye shortly—

L. Des. Do your worst, I’m ready for the Challenge. [[Go in.]

[Ex. Lov. and Free. another way.

[ Scene III.] [The Street.]

Enter Captain and the rest.

Capt. I say we’ll have the She-Politican out, she did more mischief than her Husband, pitiful, dittiful Lambert; who is, thanks be prais’d, in the Tower, to which place Lord of his Mercy bring all the King’s Enemies.

All. Amen, Amen.

Enter Lov. and Freeman.

Lov. Why, how now, Captain, what, besiege the Women! No, let us lead our Force to nobler Enemies.

Capt. Nay, noble Chief, your Word’s our Law.