A day with Cromwell: a drama of history, in five acts, by Auctor.

  • Benjamin Ward Richardson
Date:
1869
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Credit: A day with Cromwell: a drama of history, in five acts, by Auctor. Source: Wellcome Collection.

Provider: This material has been provided by Royal College of Physicians, London. The original may be consulted at Royal College of Physicians, London.

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    cock-loft, nor ground enough for a hen-pen, I suppose in thy case them is right; howsomdever the laming may be. March ! Josh.—I could tell thee, Sir, all that has been since thou wentest to Ireland, from this book. Smite'em.—And be there no lies in Josh. ? I hate lies. Josh—None, on my sacred honour. Smite'em.—I hate that. Josh.—Hate honour, Mr. Colman ? Smite'em.—I do: ’tis a thing a hypocrite always covenanteth upon. But never mind Josh., tell me the news, lies and all: I shall know the lies because I always know what I hate. March! Josh.—I will give to thee the salientes. Thou knowest Cromwell be now the Lord Protector, and that I am the Honourable Joshua. Smite'em.—I hate that! Josh.—Thou must even like it, Mr. Colmanj we both require the proper reverence. Smite'em.—Bang! March. Josh. [.Reads]—(Mem.) February 10th. Rumours, that my Lord his Highness did and was seen to kiss my Lady Dysart. Rumour, that her Majesty Queen Christina of Sweden, lately abdicate, doth love his Highness and cometh to England. Rumour, that her Highness Elizabeth, the Protectress, do say the Queen shall not to court, which seemeth to me hard. Smite'em.—Thou had’st better said soft Joshua. Josh. [Reads] — (Mem.) Monday. My Lady Kate Cooper hath three children at one birth all alive, and with my lady doing well. Sweet babes! To be named Shadrach, Meshach, and Abednego! Smite'em.—I like that; it partaketh of fire. Bang! March! Josh. [Reads]—(Mem.) Tuesday. The Lady Rachel cometh to the court in armour, bearing shield and spear, flying like the wind and alarming the weak. Smite'em.—I like that. Josh.—Then doth Rachel prophecy and disturb his Highness by foresaying how near he shall come to the crown. Smite'em.—The what! Josh.—The crown, Smite’em; the crown for His Majesty Oliver the First.