_1st Cav._ [_Who has continued to drink._] Ha! What
does it concern thee with thy preaching? Dost thou
want ought here? [_Touching his sword-hilt._] I care
not for thee or Noll. Would he were here, and a
matter of four thousand to back him. [_Draws._] Sa! sa! canst
fight as well as talk? Wilt take up the
bilbo? Come, adopt the weapon of him I have sliced.
Come, be nimble, sir, jig. I would fain go visit the
haulage of my fancy.

[_A confused noise without._]

_Cav._ Too late! O gentlemen! here, Willsden, is
thy sword. Varley, arouse thee! The enemy!
Away, women! Come, gentlemen--this table--a
barricade, so-- [_1st Cavalier stands in his way._] Off,
fool! [_Hurls him aside._]

_A tremendous explosion; the wide doors behind are
burst in by a petard; the barn falls, and discovers
a view of York. Enter CROMWELL with IRONSIDES
through the break._

_Crom._ Yield, sons of Belial!

_Cav._ O Charles, my king!
'Tis time to die, ere see thy cause thus lost!

[_Throws himself on the pikemen._]