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 ''down from the platform and joins the rest of the retinue. At that moment ' spies the sceptre, which ' has placed on the steps of the throne.'' [In a voice of thunder. How now! a sceptre!—Take away your bauble. [Turning to. For thee, my fool! [Renewed applause among the populace and the troops. Trick [from his gallery.]Nay, let some greater fool Put hand to it.

The Usher. My lord, the High Sheriff waits. Cromwell.Admit him. [Enter the , followed by two sergeants-at-arms.
 * [To the Sheriff.]Well? How now?

The Sheriff [saluting.] My lord, one Bloum, And other prisoners, those condemned to death— Cromwell [with a start. What! is it done? The Sheriff. No, good my lord, not yet. Cromwell.'Tis well! The Sheriff. Their gallows Hewlet did erect At dawn on Tyburn Hill. They crave, my lord, An audience of you. Shall I proceed To execution, or shall I delay? Cromwell.What is their motive? The Sheriff. A request to make. Cromwell.Let them be brought before me. The Sheriff. Here, my lord? Cromwell.Yes, here. [At a sign from , the Sheriff bows and