not worth!

[_They continue tonight. The 2nd Cavalier is wounded._]

_A Cavalier, richly dressed, who has entered, L., in the
meanwhile, and made inquiring gestures._

_Cav._ For _whose_ sake?
O shame! shame!
The King--
The Queen needs all your blood, and ye must shed it
In shameless broils like these!
Thus the dear blood that should, if spilt it be,
Dye our white spotless cause with its rich crimson,
Must now for every muslin thing that spites
Her prentice-lover, making fools of you.
And O ye others, loyal gentlemen!
I weep indeed for England and our King,
To see ye all, in this the perilous gasp
Of hardy enterprize, yourselves forget,
Like Circe's brutish swine. I tell ye now,
While ye are lost in drunken quarrelling,
Cromwell is near.

_3rd or 4th Cav._ The King shall have his own.
Lillibullero!

_Cav._ I say, thee General Cromwell
Is on the road with some four hundred men,
And will surprise us. [_Confused movement to arm._]