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 Willis. But do not pity me, If, step by step, brought almost to the tomb, My branded arm, inflamed with holy zeal, Doth help to raise again the lawful throne; Or if it be God's will that all that's left Of my old blood, while I proclaim my faith, Shall flow for my true King! Ormond. O loyalty Sublime! Rochester. Most reverend fidelity! Willis.Among you I the lowliest am, my lords. My sole good fortune is that I have been The most maltreated servant of the King. Doctor Jenkins.How fruitful are your virtuous qualities Of honourable deeds to emulate! Willis [with a deprecatory gesture. Here are our Roundheads; whom do we await? Ormond.Lambert is missing still. Cowards are slow. Rochester [to and , drinking. How stiff and formal are these saints of ours, All with their broad-brimmed felts like yew-trees shaped! Willis [to. Who are these sectaries? Ormond. The two who stand Together yonder, Ludlow and Plinlimmon, Members of Parliament; then Carr, who doth With glance of hate and terror follow us; "Damned" Barebones, the inspired cordwainer. Willis.Who is this Barebones? Davenant [to , in an undertone.]Ah! he is unique.