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 Murray [to .] I prithee, thy endorsement at the foot Of my memorial! Carr [roughly.] To sign thy scrawl Go bid Beelzebub! Murray. My lord is wroth! [To the others.]You all do deafen him! Waller [to .] I seek a place— Carr.In Bedlam! Col. Grace [laughing.] For a poet 'tis most meet. [To .]Support my plea! Carr. Nay, Noah in the Ark Had no more animals than these! Col. Jephson. My lord, 'Twas I who first proposed in Parliament That Oliver be king. Murray. Two words, my lord— Carr [in a frenzy.]"My lord! my lord!" confusion of strange tongues! The clash of fetters is a pleasing sound Beside this clamour! To these priests of Baal I much prefer a gaoler, by my faith— And London Tower to the Tower of Babel. To prison I return. May Israel Confound them all!
 * [He forces his way through the crowd, and exit.

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Murray.What says he of the Towers of London and Of Babel? ''Serg. Maynard''. My lord's friend declares aloud