The news of the signature of Magna Charta arriving, determines Puddincrantz and Beefinstern to return to England. Young Pottingen opens his case to them, and entreats them to stay to assist him in the object of his search. This they refuse; but coming to the inn where they are to set off for Hamburgh, they meet Casimere, from whom they have both received many civilities in Poland. Casimere, by this time tired of his "Double Arrangement," and having learned from the waiter that Rogero is confined in the vaults of the neighbouring Abbey _for love_, resolves to attempt his rescue, and to make over Matilda to him as the price of his deliverance. He communicates his scheme to Puddingfield and Beefington, who agree to assist him; as also does young Pottingen. The waiter of the inn proving to be a _Knight Templar_ in disguise, is appointed leader of the expedition. A band of troubadours, who happen to be returning from the Crusades, and a company of Austrian and Prussian Grenadiers returning from the Seven Years' War, are engaged as troops. The attack on the Abbey is made with success. The Count of Weimar and Gaspar, who are feasting with the prior, are seized and beheaded in the refectory. The prior is thrown into the dungeon, from which Rogero is rescued. Matilda and Cecilia rush in. The former recognizes Rogero, and agrees to live with him. The children are produced on all sides; and young Pottingen is commissioned to write to his father, the doctor, to detail the joyful events which have taken place, and to invite him to Weimar, to partake of the general felicity. * * * * * ACT II. SCENE.--_A Room in an ordinary Lodging-house at Weimar._--PUDDINGFIELD _and_ BEEFINGTON _discovered, sitting at a small deal table, and playing at All-fours.--Young_ POTTINGEN, _at another table in the corner of the room, with a pipe in his mouth, and a Saxon mug of a singular shape beside him, which he repeatedly applies to his lips, turning back his head, and casting his eyes towards the firmament. At the last trial he holds the mug for some moments in a directly inverted position; then replaces it on the table, with an air of dejection, and gradually sinks into a profound slumber. The pipe falls from his hand, and is broken._ _Beef._ I beg. _Pudd._ [_deals three cards to_ BEEFINGTON.] Are you satisfied? _Beef._ Enough. What have you? _Pudd._ High--low--and the game. _Beef._ Ah! 'tis my deal [_deals--turns up a knave_.] One for his heels! [_Triumphantly._ _Pudd._ Is king highest? _Beef._ No [_sternly._] The game is mine. The knave gives it me. _Pudd._ Are knaves so prosperous? Ay, marry are they in this world. They have the game in their hands. Your kings are but _noddies_[208] to them. _Pudd._ Ha! ha! ha!--still the same proud spirit, Beefington, which procured thee thine exile from England.