all my
Lord's Designs else-- Women, proceed to your Grievances, both publick
and private.

_Lov._ I petition for a Pension; my Husband, deceas'd, was a constant
active man, in all the late Rebellion, against the Man; he plunder'd my
Lord _Capel_, he betray'd his dearest Friend _Brown Bushel_, who trusted
his Life in his Hands, and several others; plundering their Wives and
Children even to their Smocks.

_L. Lam._ Most considerable Service, and ought to be consider'd.

_2 Lady._ And most remarkably, at the Trial of the late Man, I spit in's
Face, and betray'd the Earl of _Holland_ to the Parliament.

_Crom._ In the King's Face, you mean-- it shew'd your Zeal for the Good
Cause.

_2 Lady._ And 'twas my Husband that headed the Rabble, to pull down
_Gog_ and _Magog_, the Bishops, broke the Idols in the Windows, and
turn'd the Churches into Stables and Dens of Thieves; rob'd the Altar of
the Cathedral of the twelve pieces of Plate call'd the twelve Apostles,
turn'd eleven of 'em into Money, and kept _Judas_ for his own use at
home.

_L. Fleet._ On my Word, most wisely perform'd, note it down--

_3 Lady._ And my Husband made Libels on the Man from the first Troubles
to this day, defam'd and profan'd the Woman and her Children, printed
all the Man's Letters to the Woman with Burlesque Marginal Notes, pull'd
down the sumptuous Shrines in Churches, and with the golden and Popish
Spoils adorn'd his own Houses and Chimney-Pieces.

_L. Lam._ We shall consider these great Services.

_Lov._ To what a height is Impudence arriv'd? [Aside.

_L. Lam._ Proceed to private Grievances.

_Lov._ An't please your Honours, my Husband prays too much; which both
hinders his private bus'ness at home, and his publick Services to the
Commonwealth--

_L. Lam._ A double Grievance-- set it down, Gilliflower.

_Lov._ And then he rails against the Whore of Babylon, and all my
neighbours think he calls me Whore.

_Cram._ A most unpardonable fault.

_L. Lam._ We'll have that rectify'd, it will concern us.

_Lov._ Then he never kisses me, but he says a long Grace, which is more
mortifying than inviting.

_L. Des._ That is the fault of all the new Saints, which is the reason
their Wives take a pious care, as much as in them lies, to send 'em to
Heaven, by making 'em Cuckolds.

_L. Fleet._ A very charitable Work, and ought to be encourag'd.

[_Loveless_ gives in a Petition to _Gilliflower_.

_Gill._ The humble Petition of the