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 Reeking with blood; who, aye on murder bent, Aye praising God, preach sermons without end, Then cheat at cards! Carr [between his teeth. The saints at cards! Thou liest, Child of Herodias! Richard. I thought, like them, To launch a jeremiad at your heads. But let us say no more of that.—My friends, To prove to you how little fear I have Of being compromised with you, how far My prayers accord with yours, and how I love The cause whereon all your desires are fixed,—
 * [He fills a glass and puts it to his lips.

I drink the health of Charles, our lawful King! All the Conspirators [thunderstruck. The King! Richard [surprised.]We are alone. Why this dismay? Carr [aside.]I had divined that Israel was deceived. 'Tis with the Stuarts that this serpent's lair Doth most concern itself.—But we shall see. Willis [aside.]'Tis Cromwell's son! But if he's of the plot, He's most imprudent.

A Loud Voice Without.What, ho! the tavern open, in the name Of Parliament!
 * [A movement of alarm among the conspirators.

Rochester [to. Egad! we're fairly caught Here in our cave, like Cacus!