_Offi._ Even as Balaam said to Balak, Lo! I will but
speak what the Lord hath put in my mouth. [_Turning
to the Soldiers._] Wherefore, I say, O brethren,
be ye as they the Lord set apart to Gideon--

_Crom._ [_Striking him with his pistol butt._] Take
that, thou babbling fool! this is no fitting time to
preach. Ho! Jepherson. Bring up the facines.

_Enter ARTHUR, L., to CROMWELL._

_Arth._ Fairfax is beaten, and our right wing scattered.

_Crom._ Hist! dismay not these. Doth Rupert follow them?

_Arth._ He doth fight fiercely.

_Crow._ Then will I meet him. Victor to victor, we
will close together. Ho! forward!

[_Another Officer enters._]

_Offi._ The musketry of Belial hath mowed our
ranks, and the sons of Zeruiah--

_Crom._ Tush, tell me not of Zeruiah, or, by the
Eternal, I will smite thee! Speak in English.

_Offi._ The Scotch are in disorder. Lucas, and
Porter, and the malignant Goring are playing havoc