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 Lewd places, where th' observance of the fast Would slighted be. Lambert [aside.] Good! once again I'm quit For the mere fright! [To the Puritan conspirators, in an undertone. Until to-morrow. Now, Methinks, 'tis time to part. Garland [in an undertone.] Where shall we meet? Barebones [in an undertone. In the great hall at Westminster. To-morrow. Before the fatal hour shall sound his knell, To his unholy throne, by me prepared, I, Noll's upholsterer, will introduce you.

Overton.'Tis well. Now let us part, in silence all, But openly. Crier and Poursuivants. God bless the English people. The Puritan Conspirators [under their breath. And death to Cromwell! [Exeunt the Puritans.

Bah! 'tis tiresome To be thus hunted in a joyous feast! 'Tis plain my father is no longer young. For my part, I would have no throne on earth, At cost of a fast-day. [Exit with the Cavaliers.