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 [Aloud.]Fair sir, I have no wish to ruin you. Cromwell [in amazement, disdainfully. Thou sayest? Rochester. On the contrary, I come To give you counsel: in this place, your speech Is far too contumacious. Cromwell. Mine? Rochester. Ay, yours. Go hence, or I shall summon aid. Cromwell [aside.] He's mad. [Aloud.]What moves thee to address me in this wise? Rochester.Reflect that you're 'neath the Protector's roof. Cromwell.Who art thou, pray? Rochester. His lowliest servitor, His chaplain. Cromwell [hotly.] Thou dost lie with strange assurance. My chaplain, thou? Rochester [in dire alarm, aside.] 'Tis Cromwell! O my God! What do I hear? 'Tis Cromwell! There must be A traitor 'mongst us! Cromwell.Thou should'st drag thyself Before me on thy knees, thou rank impostor! Rochester.Pardon, my lord—your Highness— [Aside.] Does one say Your Highness or your Grace? [Aloud.] Pray pardon me. My error comes from all too hot a zeal Against your foes. Words indistinctly heard— Cromwell.But why this falsehood? Rochester. 'Twas a dream, whereof My deep devotion did anticipate