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 I can reveal thy sore. Cromwell [with disdainful satisfaction, aside. Whate'er they be To him who pays or flatters them, at heart These good Republicans are all alike.
 * [Aloud.

What dost thou ask? A title and its arms? Or military rank? or an estate? Carr. Thou say'st? Cromwell.What wouldst thou at our hands? speak. Carr. Abdicate. Cromwell [aside.]He is incorrigible!
 * [Aloud, after a moment's reflection.

Am I king, That I should abdicate? Carr. Mere subterfuge. How now! dost palter with thy word so soon? Cromwell [abashed.]Why, no! Carr. I see that thou dost hesitate. Cromwell [sighing.]Alas! I have put force upon myself An hundred times, not to resign my rule. My power's my cross. Carr [shaking his head.]Thou dost not mend thy ways, Cromwell. Methinks 'tis easier by far For camel to pass through a needle's eye, Or eel to swallow the leviathan, Than for the rich and powerful of earth To enter in at heaven's radiant doors! Cromwell [aside. Fanatic! Carr [aside.] Hypocrite!
 * [To .] In subtle speech