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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    Josh.—Smite’em, thou art violent, thou frightenest her: the dew settleth on her brow. [Supports her.~\ Mrs. Buckthorn.—It’s the cold Presbyterians, love : they creep all over me. I caught them in Scotland of His Highness’ chap- lain’s chaplainess. Josh.—To the palace, my life. Smite’em, thou art an honest man, and I forgive thee : the more so that thy office now is of His Highness’s special will. Let none pass the gate, Smite’em. Farewell. {Exit Josh, and Mrs. Buckthorn. Smite'em.—When last I see’d that she-butterfly, she were even wash- ing lambs in the wash-pit at Huntingdon, and accepting joyfully their tails for her recompense. I’ll have no she butterflies ! I’ll have no crown ! I’ll have no King Nollivers ! Enter Bachel. Rachel.—Silence and read. [ Gives an order.] Smite'em. [Reads.~\—“ His Highness commands thee. Fail not, but enter the palace. The bearer of this mine order releases thee thy charge. “ Jedediah Greatorex.” My limbs are as a broken reed. Lady, the word. Rachel.—Sennacherib. Smite'em.—Dost thou take guard ? Rachel.—I do my duty; do thou thine. nacnei.—1 ao my duty; ao tnou ttnne. ^ v Smite'em.—I like that. [Aside.~\ Beelzebub, what a swinger ! [Exit. ^ SJ S*Tl /) 7 r 7t/f /l/Vn r\n i n 7/i » ”1 1\T /-»»■> nLnll 14- An w> /% A a — ^ \ Rachel.—[Mysteriously]—Now shall it come to pass— There shall be one to fall and one to rise. Is it so near ? Is it so near the end ? Hark! Hark! Treason ! Treason ! who said treason While Rachel waits and watches ? I must go. Time presses. Who said time, and what is time ? It brings all earthly things, all griefs, all joys, To urgent life and fact. It buries all. In the whole universe naught is but time. Yet hath it no existence, form, nor weight. It is and is not: it was, it is, it goes! I claim it substance, and a shadow fades. I call it past all price, aye, price of gold, Yet cannot buy nor sell it. I measure it, >N