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 I know this man. His words are reasonless; But, mad or not, methinks that he's escaped From London Tower rather than from Bedlam. I go to seek my lord. [Exit.

Broghill [in a patronizing tone, to. I might, in sooth, Be sponsor for you, friend, but— Carr [with a melancholy smile.] So it was That in Mount Zion to the Son of Man The devil did his guaranty propose. Whitelocke.Stubborn! Waller. Incurable! All. A fig for that! Let us expel him!

Carr. Back; avaunt, I say! I must have speech with this audacious man, Who, in our soldiers' eyes, is self-transformed From Maccabæus to Iscariot. Broghill.Madman! Waller. A neatly-turned periphrasis To tell to Cromwell! Carr. I the angel am Sent hither to give warning unto Lot Ere Sodom is consumed by flames from heaven. Waller [laughing.]How now! God's angels shaven as thou art? Colonel Jephson.I see with pleasure thou dost rise in rank. From man to angel thou art now transformed.