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 , who has hitherto exhausted himself in fruitless efforts to attract his attention. Aha! my lord Ambassador of Spain, Good even! We had not seen you before. Don Luis [concealing his anger beneath a profound reverence. May God go with your Highness! We have come For matters of high moment, to demand The favour of a secret audience. We have been sundered by the Flemish war, But none the less the Catholic King perchance May come to terms with you; and to show forth The high esteem in which he holds you still, My master doth unto your Highness send The Golden Fleece. [The pages bearing the Golden Fleece come forward. Cromwell [rising indignantly.]What think you that I am? What! I, the rigid and unbending chief Of ancient England's old Republicans, Give my support to odious vanities, And soil this contrite heart with pagan symbol! Greek idols hanging from the rosary Upon the breast of Sodom's conqueror! Away with these temptations, these vain pomps, This collar! Cromwell doth refuse to make Alliance with Belshazzar! Don Luis [aside.] Heretic! [Aloud.] The Catholic King did first acknowledge you As the republic's head. Cromwell [breaking in upon him.] Thinks he to change. By treating Cromwell as enfranchised slave,