Who shall pledge me in a pint bumper, while we drink to the king upon our knees?
_Lovel_.

Why on our knees, Cavalier?
_John_ (_smiling_).

For more devotion, to be sure.

(_To a servant_.) Sirrah, fetch the gilt goblets.
[_The goblets are brought.

They drink the King's health, kneeling.
A shout of general approbation following the first appearance of the goblets._ _John_.