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  Thurloe.See how he sleeps! Cromwell. Ay, 'tis a sleep profound And near to death! [Exeunt

ACT FOURTH. THE SENTINEL.

The Voice.All goes well! are you on guard? Cromwell [resting his musket on the ground. All goes well! are you on guard? A Third Voice [in the distance. All goes well! are you on guard? Cromwell [after a moment's silence. I am on guard, in sooth—on guard for all! Cromwell, by sober forethought hither led, Will to his murderers, with his own hand, Open his door. [Footsteps are heard in the distance. How now! already? no,