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 Cromwell [to the people.]  Let him speak, my friends. The Lord would fain put David to the test, Let Shimei call him anathema.—
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Go on. Carr. Thou hypocrite! That is thy scheme. Thy hellish plans with fair appearances To cloak, and o'er thine evil brow to throw A veil as from the skies! To mock the while Thou torturest! to varnish tyranny! And vomit satire on a bleeding heart! But to destroy thy sceptre and thy mask At once, the Lord concealed me in his scrip. He said: "Take thou thy lute, and go thou forth About the city, and from Cromwell's temple Expel a servile people; grind to dust The altar, cast the idol in the flames, And say to them: 'The Egyptian is a man, Not God!'"—Behold thee, Cromwell, on thy throne Of glory! Tremble; for the fearsome night Succeeds the radiant day. Remember thou Nimrod the hunter. The victorious Lord His iron bow did break like a child's toy. Remember Ishbosheth. That foolish king, And vain, compelled the people to make way When he passed by; an hundred warriors Of Issachar, mounted and fully armed, Rode constantly before his chariot. But God—'tis that whereat the soul takes fright— Doth ever cause good fortune to give birth To evil fortune, flame to change to ashes. Ishbosheth fell, like unto tainted fruit, Or like a sound swept onward by the wind, Leaving no echo. Think on Shalmaneser.