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 But Haman's gibbet, or Barabbas' cross. Syndercomb.Death, death to Cromwell! Willis [amid the crowd.] Death! Milton [starting at  voice, to the Puritan conspirators. Speak lower, pray! Willis.Death to th' usurper! The Soldier. Lower? what's the odds? I'll go and cry: "Death!" at his very door! Nahum [to the Soldier. The Lord's decrees are utterèd aloud. Thy mouth is pure. The Soldier. Ay, as thou seest me, Poor, like a lemon lost upon the strand, Left naked by the tide of human fortune, If I can see this child of Sirah slain, Then shall I die consoled. Overton [leading him aside and pointing to his dagger. We will console, My brother.

Hush!

The guard is to be posted; We must not speak. [The soldiers force the people back against the sides of the hall. The Officer [in a loud voice.] Room for the Ironsides Of England's lion.
 * [To some citizens whom he pushes back.

Back! Away with you! One of the Citizens [to another, in an undertone.