Scene 11.—Davenant; then Lord Rochester.
Davenant.Cromwell hath sent for me—and to what end?
Bah! surely nothing to disquiet me,—
Mere curiosity!
[Enter Lord Rochester.
Davenant [spying Rochester.] But who is this?
Great God! a charming phiz! A saint, perhaps?
Some howling Puritan?
Rochester [who has not seen Davenant.
Well, it is done!
And I'm a married man!
[He walks toward the front of the stage, and recognizes Davenant.
What! Davenant!
Davenant [aside.]He knows my name!
[Aloud.] Sir.—But methinks I see
Lord Rochester!
Rochester. Hush!
[They shake hands.
Davenant. You disguise yourself
With wondrous art. Were you a married man,
Your wife would hardly know you in that garb!
Rochester [sighing, aside.
God grant it!
[Aloud.] Davenant, no ribald jests.
Davenant.'Tis the first time your lordship has had need
Of urging to make sport of married men,
Rochester [aside.]Can one make sport and marry both at once?
I'd like to see him in this quandary!
[Aloud.
Enough of this.—Dear poet, by what chance
