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 Quoth he. It likes me much that we should be All four in the same hiding-place, my dears. Elespuru.When we together are, the Jesters all, Then joys the gods might envy are toward. Gramadoch.'Tis what I do enjoy [Enter .]Here's Master Milton; Our number is complete.

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Milton.It was to be! 'Tis done! E'en to the dregs I needs must drain the bitter, bitter cup, Accept the torture, miss no pang thereof, And see this man made king!—The stage is built. Before this day is done, he'll have gone down Into the tomb, or fall'n upon a throne! Trick [to , in an undertone. Yon chorister of Satan handily Doth turn a sermon! Milton [continuing.] Whether he die or reign, Upon this day of mourning here it is That Cromwell's bier will open to receive him. Ah! Cromwell hero immolates himself For Cromwell king, and for the diadem The halo lays aside; debasement rare Of heads the most sublime! He'd fain be king. He greedily for rank doth give his glory, His name for a vain title. Gramadoch [to , in an undertone. Though he has No mitre on his head, he preaches well.