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 ''addition a fool's bauble in his hand. They come prancing upon the stage.''

Elespuru [singing.]

Giraff [gravely.]Think'st thou he let thee go? What's Cromwell, pray, Our spiritual head and temp'ral king? Gramadoch [to .] Is one a devil just by wearing horns? If it be so, then hell can have no bounds. Elespuru.What! darest thou to utter such a doubt Of Mistress Cromwell's virtuous deportment? Gramadoch.Hark ye. They have a song like this in France:—

Cromwell doth make me bear his train ; ah, well! His wife doth likewise make him wear her horns.