Fleet. Ah, dismal, heavy day, a day of Grief and Woe, Which hast bereft me of my hopes for ay, [Ah, Lard, ah what] shall I do? [Exit.
[ Scene IV.] [A Chamber in Lambert’s House.]
Enter Lov. leading L. Lam. in disguise, Page and Gilliflower disguised, Lov. dressing her.
Lov. My Charmer, why these Tears,
If for the fall of all thy painted Glories,
Thou art, in the esteem of all good Men,
Above what thou wert then?
The glorious Sun is rising in our Hemisphere,
And I, amongst the crowd of Loyal Sufferers,
Shall [share in its kindly] Rays.