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 Garland.Like the archangel, Satan you 'll attack! Lambert [embarrassed. I am confused— Overton [to , in an undertone. Mark how his colour changes! Joyce [to , in an undertone. The coward! Lambert [continuing.] I am happy— [Aside.]Nay, despairing! What shall I do? That Ludlow! [Aloud.]Such a choice Doth greatly honour me; my heartfelt joy I cannot well express. Overton [to , in an undertone. He's pale with it! Lambert [continuing. But— Garland [to. May the God of them who fear no peril Himself make manifest through you! Syndercomb [to .] Your part Will be as simple as 'tis glorious. [He goes upon the platform and points to the great chair. Here Cromwell takes his seat—or Nabo, rather, For he and Nabo have of all time been A single devil. [He steps forward and points to the place where  is to stand. Here you take your stand. Lambert [aside.]There is no help! Syndercomb [continuing his demonstration. And you can easily, Putting aside his cloak, the while you give The crown, drive home the knife. I envy you.