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 Let 's be content. Garland [to , in an undertone. Our arms he shattered all With but a word. Cromwell [spying  with his guards. What doth my fool, I prithee, Amid four archers? Gramadoch [with an impatient air. Oh! fool-keepers, they! An Archer.The audacious dwarf took up your Highness' glove, My lord. Cromwell [angrily, to. Thou knave! Gramadoch. None but a fool, my lord, Could e'er have done it. Cromwell [smiling, and motioning to the archers to set him free. ] Go!

Are you content? Milton.I wait. Cromwell. Brother, I am content with you. Speak; tell me is there aught that you would ask? Milton.There is. Cromwell. What is it? Milton. 'Tis a favour. Cromwell. Speak, My friend; I grant it. Milton. All your enemies Your Highness has forgiv'n, save one alone. Cromwell.Who is that one? Milton. 'Tis Davenant. Cromwell. Go to!