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 And Selden on Abuses, book the third: Quid de his censetur modo codicibus.— My lord, you needs must reign!
 * [He resumes his seat.

Cromwell [congratulating  with look and gesture. How well he reasons! How meetly he doth intersperse his speech With tags of Latin!—Wolseley let us hear. Sir Charles Wolseley [rising.]My lord, I, too, shall venture, in my turn, To undeceive your Highness in plain words. The chief of a free people, saith the prophet, Tanquam in medio positus, and not Upon the summit. But however high His seat, this chief is major singulis, And minor universis. Hence the name Of king our privileges doth subvert: Rex legem violat.
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Cromwell. A schoolboy's plea! In Latin phrases I am little versed. 'Tis poorly reasoned.
 * [To .] Pierpoint, you.

Pierpoint [rising.] My lord, Buttress invincible of Israel, Who rules the earth through you, thus do I say: This English people, whose high Parliament Doth designate itself imperial, Hath the time-honoured, glorious, sacred right To have for head a king; its dignity Demands it. Let your Highness, then, accept A title which doth irk you. 'Tis your duty. Yes, good my lord, methinks you fail therein To rule this people and not be their king.
 * [He resumes his seat.