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 At least I'll die With a good grace.

A crown! [The Swedish Envoy assumes a radiant expression. Cromwell [amazed.] What say you, sirs?

'Tis still a snare, but of another sort. Cromwell [frowning. What means this? Filippi [bowing with a satisfied air.] Sire! Cromwell [pointing to the crown.] Is it honest gold? Filippi.Ah! Sire, can you doubt it? Ah! Sire, can you doubt it? Cromwell [to , aloud.] If 'tis so, Let it be forthwith melted! I bestow The metal on the London hospitals.
 * [To the stupefied.

I can to no more fitting purpose turn These gawds, these women's gewgaws, royal toys. I should not know what use to make of them. Don Luis [aside.]Is he resolved, in good sooth, to remain Protector. Mancini [to the , in an undertone. He might well send to Christina A king's head in exchange. Duc de Créqui [to, in an undertone. 'Tis even so; That gift would the more fittingly unite