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 With saffron, indigo, or purple,—I To Abednego change my name of Carr! Murray [scrutinizing .]In his demeanour I remark, methinks, A certain savour of nobility. We judged him ill at first. Carr. Am I a slave? For what does Cromwell take me? Lenthall [to. He's a man Of influence. Murray. A man of quality Past doubt. His costume none the less— Carr [still standing by himself.] The traitor! Lenthall [aside.]The friendship that my lord displays for him Should be of use, perchance, to them for whom He vouchsafes a petition to endorse. If he'd serve me!—He hath the master's ear.
 * [He approaches  with profuse reverences.

My lord, would you, with rare benevolence, Vouchsafe to say to all whom you may know, In my behalf, a worthy citizen, One of those words you say so pithily? I have a valid claim to be made peer, I'm Master of the Rolls, and— Carr [staring at him in amazement.] I have hung My harp upon the willow; I sing not My country's songs to them of Babylon Who have invaded us.

''Serg. Maynard [aside.''] To our prayers— Lenthall [to , in a discouraged tone. He bears us all ill-will!