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?