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 Zion's fair tow'r to whited sepulchre? The Golden Fleece to me! Their actor-priests And temple-theatres I gladly leave To the idolaters. They seek in hell Their gods and treasure, and they have the fleece E'en as of old men had the Golden Calf.—

Shall I be outraged with impunity? From my just wrath did Portugal's envoy Preserve his brother? Can it be, Don Luis, Your master has the signal hardihood To flout me by his envoy to my face? 'Twould be an insult too notorious! But go! Don Luis [in a rage. Farewell, then! War, unceasing war!
 * [Exit with his suite.

Mancini [to the , in an undertone. The proud Castilian raised his Highness' gorge.

And yet, that insult I solicited! Cromwell [to , in an undertone. 'Twas most important, in this conference, To break with Spain before th' envoys of France. But follow him and try to placate him, And learn, if may be, what he doth propose. [Exit. [At this moment the great folding-door is thrown open. An Usher.My lady the Protectress. Cromwell. Ah, great heaven! It is my wife!