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 Lady Frances. Alas! dear father, The sight of this thrice venerated spot Distresses me. Your sister, by whose side I've passed my life, taught me to reverence Those who are banished; and the few brief days Since I have been within these frowning walls, Unceasingly I fancy that I see Despondent phantoms wandering about. Cromwell.Phantoms of whom? Lady Frances. The Stuarts. Cromwell [aside.] How that name Doth ring for ever in my ears! Lady Frances. 'Twas here The martyr died! Cromwell. My child!

The one through which King Charles the First went forth For the last time from Whitehall—Charles the First, Whom they dared persecute? Cromwell [aside.] My guileless child, How thou dost torture me! [Enter. Ah! Thurloe comes!

Thurloe [bowing.]Urgent affairs, my lord. Cromwell [to his wife.] Pardon, my lady— Your Highness— Elizabeth. Prithee, whom do you address? Cromwell.Your Highness.