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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    Pasqua.—Will your Highness taste a cup ? Cromwell.—I have learned, I trust, in my own house to exercise due courtesy to the stranger; I will not presume to drink in this place before you; I pray you lead the way. Pasqua.—I beseech your Highness Cromwell.—I command you drink the cup. Josh.—The coffee, my Lord, he cannot drink the cup. Cromwell.—Give that fellow a pint to drink off straight. [Pasqua drinks and hands to Josh.] Josh.—I entreat your Highness. Cromwell.—Drink it, Sir, off, off. Josh.—My Lord it’s so hot. Cromwell.—If it make thy foul stomach parchment, drink it. [Josh drinks.~\ Now, Sir, I will regale myself, I see thou art an honest man. [He takes a cup of coffee.']—Good, Sir good; the aroma is exquisite, and the taste pleasant; but thou hast made it too sweet for my tooth. I like it, Sir, I like it; it cheeretk me. When do the Orientals take it ? Pasqua.—It forms with them a morning or an evening beverage; they also present it on ceremony to their guests, and sip it with their pipes when they smoke Cromwell.—Doth it sleep one ? Pasqua.—It doth not, but rather keepeth the wearied mind awake. Cromwell.—That is good and bad. Where dost thou live? Pasqua.—I have opened a place, my Lord, for coffee-drinking at George Yard, Lombard Street, in the City. The Lord Mayor hath honoured mine house. Cromwell.—Very good, very good. Twill try thy coffee anon with a pipe. Pasqua.—T’will please your Lordship. Cromwell.—I doubt it not. Farewell: I shall hope to hear of thy success, for if in any degree thou dost supplant the tapster thou doest good service to the State. Pasqua.—I humbly thank your Highness. [Josh, and Pasqua retire. Enter Josh, and Thomas Betterton a young player. Cromwell.—What would you, Sir, with me? Betterton.— I presume, your Highness, to come on the introduction of Davenant and Mr. Waller, your Highness’ cousin, to ask per- mission, in the precincts of Westminster, to enact a play.