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 I must e'en strike! Barebones [unseen and unheard by. This guilty, ghoulish crew Would plunder me! Lambert [musing.] Strike Cromwell 'mongst his friends! Before his guards! Him, who with benefits Has overwhelmèd me! Ingratitude! And if I miss him, by some evil chance? Barebones [pensively.]To plunder me of capital enough To found a bank! Lambert. O thrice accurst ambition! Thou 'st borne me far too high! Whereas my foot Did seek the throne, it stumbles o'er the block! [He walks rapidly to and fro, and glances outside of the palace. But someone comes. I must be gone. The crowd Has gathered even now. I'll go and dress For the great ceremony. Barebones. Faithless friends! So you are envious of my worldly goods! Ah! Woe to you! to me! to everyone!

Trick.'Tis Barebones! Giraff. He has not a cheerful air. Elespuru.Fanatic! Trick. Samuel of the counting-house! Shop-keeping Jeremiah! Elespuru. He it is Who Cromwell doth supply with all this splendour.