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 That papist! Davenant! a royal spy! Ask something else. Milton. Permit me to insist. He was of the conspiracy, 'tis true; And he's a papist; he designed your death; But you have pardoned these. Cromwell. I cannot do 't. Milton.I know that he hath had a leading part In these dark plots; but— Cromwell. Say no more of him! For he writes comedies.

It is our pleasure To make you, Milton, poet laureate. Milton.I, poet laureate! Nay, good my lord Save in reversion, I cannot accept. That post is occupied. Cromwell [surprised.] 'Tis occupied? Pray, who has seized upon it? Milton. Davenant. Cromwell [with a shrug. Under the late King Charles the First 'twas his! Milton.Since he retains his fetters, let him keep His laurel wreath as well. Cromwell. An argument Worthy a poet; phrases cubits long! Bombastic creature that you are! And you Would govern and forever reprimand Rulers of states, the while you pass your time In twisting words to idiotic metres! Milton.Of parables King Solomon composed Five thousand.