John. No, that has been done already in Coleman Street.
2nd Gent. Or fire a conventicle?
John. That is stale too.
3rd Gent. Or burn the Assembly's catechism?
4th Gent. Or drink the king's health, every man standing upon his head naked?
John (to Lovel). We have here some pleasant madness.
3rd Gent. Who shall pledge me in a pint bumper, while we drink to the king upon our knees?
Lovel. Why on our knees, Cavalier?
John (smiling). For more devotion, to be sure. (To a servant.) Sirrah, fetch the gilt goblets.
[The goblets are brought. They drink the King's health, kneeling. A shout of general approbation following the first appearance of the goblets.