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 How he does question one in pulpit-phrase! And scan one with his hypocritic eye!
 * [Looking himself over.

'Tis well for me I have an evil look. I have the aspect of a very villain, A true king-killer! In good sooth, at first He took me for a thief, I do believe! [He laughs.]This preaching man-of-war, this patriarch- Brigand, lest he be taken unawares, Goes armed from head to foot, in his own palace, With pious riddles and good pistols, too. Thus can he comfort you in either-wise.
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Rochester [as he sees  coming toward him. What! Richard Cromwell! I must disappear! If he should know me, 'ware the rope or stake! Good Obededom soon would lose his Greek! Richard [scrutinizing .]Methinks that somewhere I have seen that face. Rochester [aside, counterfeiting Puritan gravity. The bear hath winded the pretended corpse. Richard.'Tis past all doubt! Rochester [aside.] An evil omen that! Richard [still examining him.]He's nothing less than Puritan divine. He drank this morning with our Cavaliers. I have a shrewd suspicion who he is, The scoundrel! Rochester [aside.] Now, a murrain on thy head! No more disastrous meeting have I known Since, with my Lady Seymour tête-à-tête,