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 Gramadoch [strutting in front of the Champion. How now, my Champion,—thou falterest? Thou who wouldst fain uncounted lances break! I purpose but to grind thee into dust In two assaults; and afterward thou canst Pick up the pieces. The Champion [pointing to. Guards, arrest this madman!
 * [The guards surround  and seize him.

Gramadoch [struggling with them and laughing in his sleeve. I am within my right.—The dastard cur! He is afraid!—If he doth anger me, I'll bring a writ of quare impedit! [The Jesters in the gallery applaud, with shouts of laughter. The Champion [in a solemn voice. As no one has appeared to contravene What I have said—no one except a fool And blind man—I proclaim before the world Oliver Cromwell of all England King! The Champion's Attendants. God save King Oliver! [Profound silence in the crowd and the detachment of troops. The Champion. Let us ride on. [Exit slowly with his suite.

Yes, yes, 'twas done to entertain the people. Overton [in the same tone, pointing to the thunderstruck crowd. Their aspect's threatening; they have nought to say.