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 and ''were sitting. They espy the other table and the pewter mugs which overturned.'' Clifford [gaily.] How, now! The tables overturned so soon! I' faith! So you've begun!—And but two mugs for three I Who fasts among you?—Let us mend this fault.

I'm thirsty, ay, and hungry. Carr [wrathfully, aside.] They have mouths To gnaw withal—no more! Hunger and thirst! The heathen! 'tis their never-ending hymn. They're shrouded in their carnal appetites!

Ormond.Sir Richard Willis!

Sir Richard Willis [to the Cavaliers. For an instant freed From durance, doth old Richard drag himself To you, dear friends. A poor, weak man, alas! And from the persecutions suffering still Which weigh upon my life. My eyes have grown Unwonted to the light, so constantly Doth Cromwell meditate to harass me! Ormond.My poor old friend!