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CROMWELL

Ha! and the Jew Manasseh who redeemed
Clifford from pawn! I doubt not he'll be cooked
In his own strong-box.—Well-a-day! Meseems
We all are dead and all are damned together!
[To the Cavaliers.
Good-even, friends! Come, let us laugh to scorn
Old Satan who convokes us. Let us give
Hell to the devil, and flout him to his face.
Ormond.In what a fatal snare we are enmeshed!
Rochester [to the Cavaliers.
Our goodly plans have had but ill success;
With lethe Cromwell hath bedrugged our wine.

[Thus far Cromwell has remained silent in his triumph, with his arms folded across his breast, gazing haughtily at the bewildered and despairing Cavaliers.

Cromwell [glancing at Ormond, aside.
I knew not Ormond. His demeanor doth
Compel respect, ay, in my own despite.
Ormond [his eyes fixed upon Cromwell, aside.
How he did cozen us! What craft and mettle!
Cromwell [aside.]Ormond alone dares look me in the face.
A noble foeman he! he had a mission,
And would fulfill it. I will speak to him.
[He goes to Ormond and eyes him haughtily.
[Aloud.]Thy name?
Ormond. Thy name? Is Bloum.
Thy name? … [Aside.]Dying, I do not choose
That he shall know that he was Ormond's master.
Cromwell [aside.]From pride he hides his name.
[Aloud.] … he hides his name. Who art thou, say?
Ormond.Nought but a subject 'gainst thee in revolt,
For England and his gracious Majesty.