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Thurloe [to , in an undertone. Everything doth smile on you, And all do yield submissive to your will. What acclamations! what a glorious day! Cromwell [bitterly, to , in an undertone. Ay, this innumerable, cheering crowd, Drunken with love, who seem so potently To aid my lofty destiny,—no less Would they applaud if I were on my way To execution. In my victory They see a brilliant, splendid spectacle. They run to look, enjoy it to the full, And when thou seest them fill the streets and squares With transports of delight, there's nought on earth Would please them better than to see me crowned, If it were not to see me hanged.—Dear people!— But here, what silence! Thurloe [in an undertone.] Good my lord, the mob Has by the Levellers been worked upon.

The Speaker [to. My Lord! When Samuel offered sacrifice, He kept for Saul the shoulder of the ox, To show that king, behind the sacred curtain, How that a nation for a single man A heavy burden is. In later days Was Maximilian often wont to say That 'tis a difficult and weary task To train one's self to rule. And few there be