2nd. Iron. Ay, I have heard good Jepherson tell of it, and how the Lord blinded them all.
1st Iron. I mind his very words,— "Charles Stuart begs a little loyal blood To do him right—a charge, but one more charge! Come on, we do command, come on. O cowards! Had I but fifty of my nephew Rupert!" And then he waved his sword, as 'twere the whole cut and thrust exercise in the air at once, and his plume fluttered like a white bird in the eye of a tempest. If he should speak now—[A footstep is heard, both look round.]
2nd Iron. Didst thou hear nought?
1st Iron. O for a stoop of strong waters!
2nd Iron. Hist! 'twas like a soldier's tread in the long gallery beyond.
1st Iron. Nay, 'tis the echo of thine own feet.
2nd Iron 'Tis a footstep. Hark, it stops!
1st Iron. Do thou speak.
Enter CROMWELL, L.
[They bring their matchlocks to bear.] The word, or else we fire!