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 In heaven's name, dost deem thyself less vile Than a dog Jew? Do thyself justice, knave! Rochester [aside.]He's monstrous civil! Richard. When I'd paid thee well, Betray me secretly! Take with both hands, And shamelessly sell him who'd purchased thee! Rochester [aside.]What does he mean? Richard. At least, give back my gold! Rochester [aside.]Satan! I have already sent the purse To my Lord Ormond. Richard. Wilt restore my gold, Thou villain? Rochester [aside.] What am I to do? [Aloud.] The sum Was trifling— Richard. Was it so? It was too small! Upon thy flesh and bones thou'lt pay me for't!
 * [He draws his sword.

If I have not my gold, with my good sword, I'll have what Satan gave thee for a soul!
 * [He rushes at  with uplifted sword.

My purse, I say! Rochester [recoiling.]By heav'n, he'll murder me! That cursèd purse!

Earl of Carlisle. In the Protector's name, give me your sword, Good Master Richard Cromwell. Richard [handing the  his sword.]You have come