e Homage for; I heard from the Alcove how great a
Mistress thou art in the dear Mystery of Jilting.

_L. Lam._ That's the first Lesson Women learn in Conventicles, Religion
teaches those Maxims to our Sex: by this
_Kings are deposed, and Commonwealths are rul'd;
By Jilting all the Universe is fool'd._ [Exeunt.

ACT V.

SCENE I. _A Street._

Enter _Corporal_, half drest; with Soldiers, Joyner, and Felt-maker.

_Cor._ Ha, Rogues, the City-Boys are up in Arms; brave Boys, all for the
King now!

_Felt._ Have a care what you say, Sir; but as to the City's being in
Mutiny, that makes well for us: we shall fall to our old Trade of
plundering; something will fall to the Righteous, and there is Plunder
enough.

_Cor._ You plunder, Sirrah! knock him down, and carry him into the
Guard-room, and secure him.

[Two Soldiers seize him.

_1 Sold._ They say the Committee of Safety sate all Night at General
_Lambert's_, about some great Affair-- some rare Change, Rogues.

_2 Sold._ Yes, and to put off Sorrow, they say, were all right
reverendly drunk too.

_Cor._ I suppose there is some heavenly matter in hand; there was
Treason cried out at the General's last night, and the Committee of no
Safety all ran away.

_1 Sold._ Or rather reel'd away.

_Cor._ The Ladies squeak'd, the Lords fled, and all the House was up in
Arms.

_Felt._ Yea, and with Reason they say; for the Pope in disguise was
found under the Lady's Bed, and two huge Jesuits as big as the tall
_Irish-man_, with Blunderbusses; having, as 'tis said, a Design to steal
the Crown, now in Custody of the General--

_2 Sold._ Good lack, is't possible?

_Joyn._ Nay, Sir, 'tis true, and is't not time we look'd about us?

_Cor._ A Pox upon ye all for lying Knaves-- secure 'em both on the
Guard till farther Order-- and let us into th' City, Boys: hay for
_Lombard-Street_.

_2 Sold._ Ay, hay for _Lombard-Street_; there's a Shop I have mark'd out
for my own already.

_1 Sold._ There's a handsom Citizen's Wife, that I have an Eye upon, her
Husband's a rich Banker, I'll take t'one with t'other.

_Joyn._ You are mistaken, Sir, that Plunder is reserv'd for us, if they
begin to mutiny; that wicked City that is so weary of a Commonwealth.

_2 Sold._ Yes, they're afraid of the Monster they themselves have made.

Enter _Lov._ and _Free._ in disguise.

_Cor._ Hah, my noble Colonel! what, in disguise!

_Free._ We have made our Escapes-- an