Among the City's notables—
[Joyce shakes his fist at him and makes as if to throw himself upon him.
Overton [stepping between them.] Fie! fie!
Rosebery [to the Puritans.
My friends, the tables of the law, the law
Of the twelve tables—
[The Puritans pause and listen.
Carr. What is coming now?
Rosebery.Doth not ordain that we should die of thirst
Or hunger. For my part, I cast my vote
For a good meal; our stomachs empty are.
Carr [gazing at the Cavaliers as they fall to eating.
How greedily these demons gorge themselves
With flesh and wine!
Barebones. The heathen!
Carr [to the Puritans.] List to me
Ere you go further: are you well assured
That Cromwell thinks to make himself the king?
Overton.Too well assured! A servile Parliament
To-morrow will his base-born head bedeck
With that forbidden title.
All [except Carr.] Death to him!
Harrison.But I cannot conceive what whim impels
Cromwell to venture on this monstrous step.
He must be mad indeed to crave the throne.
Of all the Crown estates nought now remains.
Windsor's dismantled, Woodstock is destroyed,
And Hampton Court is sold for the behoof
Of Cromwell's treasury.
Lambert [to Overton.] The doting thief!
Who sees in the supreme authority
