Crom. That’s what is done.  What is to do?  What says the General?

Offi. That you charge Rupert.

Crom. Why did you not speak sooner? 
I am dead
To hear you drawl thus.  Righteous Lambert, on! 
Bring up the regiments. 
Tell brave Frizell,
He shall see sport anon—­

[A Soldier gives him his morion.]

I will not wear it! 
I cannot see around—­

[A heavy discharge of cannon heard without.]

Ho!  Desborough,

Here is a dinner for thee.  See thou carve it
Right well.  On! on! a Cromwell for a Rupert!

Soldiers. The Lord and Cromwell!

Crom. Nay, not thus:  shout rather “God and his people!  England!  Liberty!”

[Exeunt L.]

[Different parties of wounded Soldiers enter U.E.L; some being assisted, and others staggering; the scene becomes dark and obscured with clouds of smoke.  Several Soldiers fall down.]

[Enter WILLIAM, R., meeting a wounded Trooper, L.]

Troop. How goes the day?  Why art thou not with the saints, that are now fighting?

Will. I was about to fight; but they waited not for me.  It is all over now.  The king hath no more chance than a butterfly three days at sea amongst a covey of Mother Carey’s chickens.  I would pursue, but lack spurs and a horse, or you should not find me here; [Aside.] or within ten miles of it.

Troop. Get me some water, friend!

Will. Ah! you would have watered me in a pond two days since; but here—­this is better than water.

[The Soldier takes a flask from him.]

Troop. I think thou saidst that the malignants were smitten.  Praised be the Lord!  Yet I would I had not seen my father’s white hairs amid yon accursed red coats.  I parried a stroke from him that must have jarred the old man’s arm.

[Falls back exhausted.]

Will. An’ this be not a lesson!  I have no father that is a malignant, and could therefore only undergo simple murder.  However, [touching the hilt of his sword] rest thou there! in Mercy’s hallowed name—­nay more, as rashness is animal, so a due timidity is soul, which is mind, and I have a great mind to run away, and mind being soul, I think I have a greater soul than Alexander.

[A loud discharge of cannon, L.]

Now if it were not for that, this foolish brute, my body, might rush off in that direction, but it don’t, for a great mind prevents it, therefore—­

[Stage more dark.  He runs off in an opposite direction to the shot, R. More wounded enter and fall down, U.E.L.]

Enter an Old Man in the King’s uniform, of red coats, L.