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 Manasseh [bowing to the ground. We kiss your feet, my lord! [Aside.] These despicable Christians! Cromwell. Live in peace. [Aside.] Vile Jew, fit to be hanged between two dogs! [Exit  by the low door, which closes behind him.

Thurloe.My lord!—pray will you deign to hear me now?— This foreign ship, the money that it brings To scatter amongst them who wish you ill, The cursèd Jew's advice—doth not all this Accord with what I've said?—Open your eyes. Cromwell.Whereon? Thurloe. On these detestable intrigues Of whose concocting a devoted friend Doth me advise. I shudder even now, Thinking upon the little that we know. Cromwell.Whenever such reports come to my hands, If I had given all my thought to them, My time to seeking out the plot denounced, Would all my days, my whole life have sufficed? Thurloe.The present case seems perilous, my lord. Cromwell.Fie, Thurloe! blush to be so timorous. I know my rule is tyrannous to some, That certain generals would fain not see Yesterday's equal in to-morrow's King. And yet the army's on my side. The gold Whereof the dog Jew spoke, the gold's a gift Bestowed upon me by my good friend Charles, Which at this moment is most opportune To pay the outlay for my coronation.