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 That he'll return to prison! Waller. It is clear That he is mad! Lenthall. What reason doth impel His Highness to entreat so affably This old demoniac?
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Thurloe [saluting.] I come, my friends, By the Protector's well-advised commands. His Highness is unable to receive. Col. Jephson [angrily. Cromwell receives that knave, and him alone!

13.—.

Cromwell [turning to the open door. They're gone.—Come you, and as it much imports You be not seen, go out by this same door.

I may not doubt! My Richard! my first-born! Willis.He drank the King Charles Stuart's health; and all The arch-conspirators, your deadly foes, Esteemed him over-bold.