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 Explore this palace with most heedful care. I am not wonted to its labyrinths. Ay, in this Whitehall vast I lose myself, And in a royal chair I'm ill at ease! Cromwell.Your rise in fortune you cannot endure! Your daily lamentations— Elizabeth. Well I know That they annoy you, but I would prefer Our Cockpit to this palace of a king; [To .] And more than all, is it not so, my child,— Our family estate in Huntingdon! [To .] Oh! those were happy times! What joy it was To rise at daybreak, visit poultry-yard And park and orchard, watch the children play And gambol gaily in the fields; and then To go together to the brewery! Cromwell.My lady! Elizabeth. Happy days! when Cromwell was Of no account, when I was all at ease And slept so well! Cromwell. Put off these vulgar tastes. Elizabeth.Why put them off? for I was born to them. Was I in childhood to such grandeur doomed? My life does not to th' atmosphere of courts Adapt itself, and in these trailing gowns My feet become entangled. Yesterday, At the Lord Mayor's banquet, I was hipped. A wondrous pleasure, in good sooth, to dine With London, tête-à-tête! Why you yourself Seemed monstrous bored.—Ah me! in the old days, We supped so gaily by our own fireside! Cromwell.My new rank—