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 Overton [to the crowd. Friends, he is right! In truth, is this the time To laugh, when God is wroth and Israel weeps? And when one man, oppressing them who once Were his protection, seeks t' impose a throne Upon the weary, overladen people? When all things tend to augment England's woes? First Citizen.True. But the soldier's something harsh of speech. [''The crowd gradually increases in size. Enter  the carpenter.'' Overton.Brethren, forgive this victim, great of soul, The outburst of a heart by all this pomp Embittered; let him mingle his lament With our dear country's cries, alas! our mother's, Whose womb is rent to-day by a king's birth! Third CitizeinCitizen [sic].A king! that word offends, I know not why. Second Citizen.All that I thought, this gentleman explains. Nahum.A king's a tyrant! Second Citizen. Long live the commonwealth! Overton.And such a king! Cromwell! a very knave! What was he yesterday? The Soldier. A soldier. The Tradesman. Nay, A brewer. Third Citizen. From this ghastly festival Who will deliver us? First Citizen. Who would have said This thing of Cromwell? He, usurp a throne! 'Tis terrible! Nahum. He dares to call himself A king! 'Tis rank impiety! Second Citizen. A crime.