Chapter 120

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.

Lov. No, I resign that Title to the brave _Scotch_ General, who has just now enter’d the City.

Capt. We know it, Sir; do you not observe how the Crop-ear’d Fanaticks trot out of Town?—The Rogues began their old belov’d Mutiny, but ’twould not do.

Lov. A Pox upon ’em, they went out like the Snuff of a Candle, stinkingly and blinkingly.

1 Pr. Ay, ay, let ’em hang themselves, and then they are cold Meat for the Devil.

Capt. But, noble Champion, I hope we may have leave to roast the Rump to night.

420 Lov. With all our Hearts, here’s Mony to make Fires—

Free. And here’s for Drink to’t, Boys.

All. Hey—_Viva le Roy, viva les Heroicks!_ [Go out hollowing.

Enter _Ananias_ peeping, _Felt-maker_, and _Joyner_.

Ana. So, the Rabble’s gone: ah, Brethren! what will this wicked World come to?

Felt. Alack, alack, to no Goodness, you may be sure: pray what’s the News?

[_Fleet._ peeping out of a Garret-Window.

Fleet. _Anania_, _Anania!_

Ana. Who calleth _Ananias?_ lo, here am I.

Fleet. Behold, it is I, look up. How goeth tidings?

Ana. Full ill, I fear; ’tis a bad Omen to see your Lordship so nigh Heaven; when the Saints are Garretified.

Fleet. I am fortifying my self against the Evil-Day.

Ana. Which is come upon us like a Thief in the night; like a Torrent from the Mountain of Waters, or a Whirlwind from the Wilderness.

Fleet. Why, what has the _Scotch_ General done?

Ana. Ah! he playeth the Devil with the Saints in the City, because they put the Covenant-Oath unto him; he pulls up their Gates, their Posts and Chains, and enters.

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 421 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.

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.