Jas. Ay, and there’s many more of your way of thinking.
Dan. I’ll be sworn there are. Well, get out o’ my hut (rises); this is not your way; this is not the road to the gallows.
Reu. My good fellow, that’s why we took it!
Dan. Who, in the devil’s name, are ye?
Jas. I’m a cavalier colonel, a trifle out of repair, and a thought begrimed, maybe, but that’ll wash off. Royalist to the backbone, as I proved some time since at Worcester, where my backbone had to bear the brunt of the flight! This is my regiment, the King’s Dragoons (indicating Reuben). Come, doff thy hat, King’s Dragoons, and salute the gentleman; the credit of the corps is in thy keeping, Reuben, for thou’rt all that’s left of it! (To Dan’l.) A worthy fellow, this regiment of mine, but somewhat shy and constrained in good company, but he will improve when he sees that flask of Schiedam that thou art about to surprise us with. Now, tell me, art thou for the Parliament?
Dan. No.
Jas. Then thou art for the king?
Dan. It’s a lie! I’m for myself.
Jas. And for us.