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The devil take Lord Carlisle! He spoils our sport. Rochester [drawing a long breath.] Ah! ah!

Carlisle.He's changed his residence. Cromwell. And Rochester? Carlisle.We cannot find him. He in hiding is. Cromwell.And Richard? Carlisle. He doth shamelessly insist Upon denying all. The question might extort Avowals— Cromwell [sternly.] Carlisle, for his every hair Your head is answerable. Well you know How I abhor the torture. And for my son! 'Tis well enough for his confederates.— And Lambert? Carlisle. In his country-house entrenched, Well guarded, he is busy with his flowers. Cromwell [bitterly.]Most touching, verily! They all escape.— At least I have a firm grasp on the crown! Carlisle.About Westminster, by the crowd engirt, The people and the soldiers loudly curse The royal title which the Parliament Of late hath voted to bestow on you. Cromwell.Weigh well your words! Carlisle. I crave your Highness' pardon. Cromwell [aside.]Ah! all goes ill.