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 The vassal regicide and murd'rous queen. Cromwell [dismissing  with a displeased gesture. Farewell, Sir Swede, of Terracina born!
 * [To , in an undertone.

Filippi and Mancini! Everywhere Close bonds unite intrigue with the Italian. Those bastard Romans, without character Or laws, degenerate inheritors Of the world's masters who upraised so high The sword of battle, still do rule the world, But from below! And Rome, whose ordinance Europe obeys, now casts a lynx's glance Where gleamed of old the eagle's piercing eye. The chain imposed on twenty distant nations Is by a hidden thread replaced, which moves Base jumping-jacks. O dwarfs, from giants sprung! O foxes in the she-wolf's womb conceived! We find you with your soft words everywhere. Filippi, Mazarini and Mancini! Satan, to scheme, should take a name in i.
 * [To the Dutch Envoys, after a pause.

What would you, sirs? The truce is at an end. The Leader of the Dutch Envoys.The States of the United Provinces, Free like yourselves, and, like you, Protestants, Do sue to you for peace. Cromwell [roughly.] Nay, 'tis too late. And more, the Parliament of this republic Deems you too worldly in your politics, And chooses not to make fraternal pacts With allies who so vain and fleshly are. [''He waves his hand and the Envoys withdraw. Thereupon he seems to remark for the first time''