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 Cromwell.How many unknown ills a crime reveals! How many times, to give thee back thy life, I would have given all my blood, O Charles! Rochester.He speaks too loud. I' faith, he'll be surprised, And that were pity! I full homage do To his fair sentiments beneath my breath, But to express them openly the place Is but ill-chosen. I will frighten him. [He leaves his hiding-place and suddenly walks toward. My friend, what do you here? Cromwell [surprised, eyeing him from head to foot. What says the knave? Rochester.I speak to you. [Aside.] What said he? Was it knave? I must, then, bear the aspect of a saint. So much the better! Let me play my part.
 * [Aloud, and with a knowing air.

My good man, know you where you are? Cromwell. And thou, Know'st thou to whom thou speakest? Rochester. By my faith!— [Aside.]God's death! I must not swear!
 * [Aloud.] I know to whom

I speak. Cromwell [aside.] Can he a paid assassin be, In Charles's service? [He draws a pistol from his breast and points it at . [Aloud.]Varlet, come not near! Rochester [aside.] The devil! prudence. These conspirators Are armed, all, to the teeth! In Cromwell's cause I must not with a comrade measure swords.