Felt. And wou’d the wicked City let him have his beastly Will of her?
Ana. Nay, but she was ravish’d—deflower’d.
Joy. How, ravish’d! oh monstrous! was ever such a Rape committed upon an innocent City? lay her Legs open to the wide World, for every Knave to view her Nakedness?
Felt. Ah, ah! what Days, what Times, and what Seasons are here? [[Exeunt.]
Enter Capt. Corp. and Prent. with Faggots, hollowing.
Corp. What say you now, Lads, is not my Prophecy truer than Lilly’s? I told you the Rump would fall to our handling and drinking for: the King’s proclaim’d, Rogues.
Capt. Ay, ay, Lilly, a Plague on him, he prophesied Lambert should be uppermost.
Corp. Yes, he meant perhaps on Westminster Pinacle: where’s Lilly now, with all his Prophecies against the Royal Family?
Capt. In one of his [Twelve Houses].
1 Pren. We’ll fire him out to Night, Boy; come, all hands to work for the Fire. [Ex. all hollowing.