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 Of the whole world, and not the King! The thing Without the word, the power without the title! Mere tinsel! Empire and rank are one. Thou know'st, my friend, how it doth mortify, When one leaves far behind the common herd, And sees the summit close at hand, to feel That there is something still above one's head! Ah! were it but a word, that word is all.

Manasseh [bowing to the ground. My gentle sir, God guide you to the end! Cromwell.It is the Jew, Manasseh Ben-Israel. [To .] Go finish your despatches.

What wouldst thou? Manasseh [in an undertone.]I have fresh news. There is a Swedish ship, Laden with caroluses which she brings To th' exiled monarch's friends, moored in the Thames,