Davenant [still striving to separate them.
Suppose the watch should hear you!
[There comes a knock on the door.
Some one knocks.
[The knocking is repeated, louder than before.
In heaven's name, my lords!
[They continue to fight.
In the King's name!
[The two lords pause and lower their swords.—Another knock.
All 's lost! Some one has called the guard, perchance.
Carr.Is this the place appointed for the saints
To meet, my brethren?
Davenant [returning his salutation.] Even so.
[To Lord Ormond, in an undertone.] 'Tis thus
That these damned Puritans do name themselves.
[Aloud, to Carr.
Welcome to this conventicle, my brother.
[Carr walks slowly toward them.
Ormond [to Lord Rochester, in an undertone.
Our bellicose outbreak was most absurd.
Let us stop here. I gave the first offence.