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 Cromwell. Ay. But I have no wish To sleep. Thurloe. Where do you lie to-night, my lord? Cromwell [aside.]Oh! what a life is mine! To hide each night Like any lurking thief! Ah! who would reign, To change each night the place where he may sleep! And everywhere, about us, and within, Fear, always fear!
 * [Aloud.] Here let my bed be placed

Thurloe.What! in the Painted Chamber! Charles's judges— Cromwell [aside.]Ah me! again that memory invoked! Thurloe.'Tis here, my lord, that they are said to meet— Cromwell [aside. Ah! Charles!
 * [Aloud.] You have too long a memory!

Obey.

Moreover, if the night be dark, If there's a ghost here, me he will not see. [Pressing  hand, and pointing to the bed. This bed is not for me. Thurloe [in amazement.]For whom, then, is 't? Cromwell [in an undertone. Speak lower. He for whom this bed's prepared Fears not kings' phantoms, no, nor headless ghosts. Thurloe.What is the secret?— Cromwell. Hush. Do what you're bid.