[_Exit into the Inn._] END OF ACT I. ACT II. SCENE I. [_2nd Grooves._] _A large Barn with folding doors. In it a number of Cavaliers drinking at various rude tables. Some women are interspersed among them. Many are playing at dice, &c. Their arms are piled in a corner._ _1st Cav._ [_Sings_] Noll's red nose, In a bumper here goes To Beelzebub his own master; With the pikes at his flank Of our foremost rank, And the devil to find him plaster, Fairfax and Harrison, On them our malison. But drink and sing A health to the KING-- Gentlemen! steady, Fill, now be ready. _All._ He _shall_ have his own again! [_Shouting and huzzaing._] _A Cav._ A _toast_! gentlemen. "Noll's nose a-fire, and the devil's youngest daughter to baste it with aqua-vitae!" _All._ Ha! ha! _A Cav._ Would that Goring's moonrakers might come across the snuffling organ and cut it off. We would have it by way of _pavillon_. Thou, Frank Howard! shouldst carry it as senior cornet. Thou wouldst be like curly-headed David with the spoils of the Philistine drum-major Goliah. Led on by its light we'd march direct to Whitehall, our trumpets sending dismay to the virtue of the starched coifs of the round rosy rogues of London. _A Cav._ [_Arranging his love-lock._] Plague on't, I don't think their virtue would tremble at the chance. _Anoth. Cav._ Lord! what rumpling of sober dimities! Poor little plump partridges, they cannot help their forced puritanism.--But all women are for king and cavalier in their hearts. [_Two Cavaliers advance with angry gestures to the front of the stage._] _1st Cav._ I tell thee, Wilmington! 'twas I she did regard. _2nd Cav._ And I tell thee that thou thinkest wrong. I know she loves me. _1st Cav._ Did she tell thee so? _2nd Cav._ This kerchief was hers. _1st Cav._ Bah! Thou didst steal it from thy mother, boy! Go home and return it to her. _2nd Cav._ Ha! _3rd Cav._ Who is this piece of goods--she at the White Dragon? _1st Cav._ Nay, a mercer's daughter. Wouldst like the address? She entertaineth well. _2nd Cav._ How! 'Tis false! _1st Cav._ I met her yestereen, and she said thou shouldst have been a canting Psalmsinger. Thou art so innocent a youth. _2nd Cav._ Hell's fire! I'll not bear this. I tell thee she waved her hand to me from her lattice, and dropped this kerchief. _1st Cav._ And to me she gave her garter when I left her. _2nd Cav._ To hang thyself? Nay, thou liest! _1st Cav._ [_Strikes him down._] Take that, thou fool! [_He rises, they draw. Closing in of the Cavaliers near, confusion._] _3rd Cav._ Hold, gentlemen! 'Tis a mere wanton! I believe these wenches are dowered by old Noll to set our young hot-bloods by the ears. Hold! 'Tis 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._