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 [The Cavaliers, in manifest inquietude, gather about. Ormond. When one has ta'en the risk In schemes like this, to falter 's to lose all. We must go forward.
 * [He walks toward  again.

Cromwell [aside.]. 'Twould arouse distrust To make their way too easy. [To .]Who goes there? Ormond.! Cromwell [aside.] Ah! how shall I them overreach? Without the countersign how them ensnare?

Still silent! Clifford [earnestly, in an undertone. Then let's kill the sentinel! Jenkins [to , in an undertone. What! send a soul headlong before God's throne Ere it has even time to say a prayer? Clifford [to , in an undertone. What matters it? Ormond [to , in an undertone. But strike a man behind? Clifford [to , in an undertone. We must pass in, my lord. I grieve for him. All [to , in undertones. Yes, let us kill the man! Jenkins [in an undertone.] All stained with sin, Send him before his judge! All [in undertones.] Yes, let him die! Cromwell [aside. What are they saying there? [The Cavaliers draw their daggers and walk toward