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 Fear nought, my friend! But think how many times Our souls have been tormented with false news. These terrifying plots are but a game Of rivals ill-disposed and envious, Whose impotence leaves them with nought to do Save to divert themselves at our expense.
 * [Footsteps are heard in a gallery at one side.

Here come the courtiers with their mummery. I go to take the air. Look thou to them. [Exit through the low door.

Whitelocke [to. His Highness is not here? Thurloe. Nay. Lenthall [to .] I would fain Remind him of my rights. Sergeant Maynard [to .] Hither I came Upon most urgent business. Colonel Jephson [to .] An affair Of utmost moment brings me to the palace. Murray [to .]In this petition proffered to my lord, I seek an office in his future court.