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 Say to the master aught thereof. Elespuru. I' faith, Let him protect himself! Giraff. Let us say nought And laugh! Trick. On all sides we triumphant are. Satan makes tyrants for the jesters' pleasure. While the whole world before the despot quakes, We make of Cromwell's sceptre our fool's bauble!

Cromwell.Ah! my four fools.—Faith, 'tis a fitting time To recreate ourselves. [Enter. Thurloe [to .] The Parliament In the throne-room awaits— Cromwell [testily.] Oh! let them wait! Thurloe [to , in an undertone. The Address, wherein the people humbly pray His Highness, the Protector, to vouchsafe To be made king, they bring. Cromwell [beaming with joy.] So then 'tis done! [Aside.]What fools they be!
 * [To .]I'll hear them in good time,

After my Council; then I must inspect The Frisian greys that Holstein's Duke hath sent. Do you the honours, keep alive their zeal, Bid them discuss some text until I come.