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.

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    Could not receive and live, the harmonies Of million worlds, singing in one accord Their song of wonder; when thou shalt feel. What mortal heart could never feel and live, The joy unspeakable, of endless being, In endless knowledge ; when thou shalt take What mortal man could never take and live, Thy throne amongst the blessed. Cromwell.—My angel child, sure thou with foretaste sing’st, This glorious home! I’ll wander there with thee. Enter Members of the Court—Herbert Lee, Rachel and others, Smite’em following. Herbert Lee.—My Lord, the Messenger of the House of Parliament doth wait audience. Cromwell.—Do my Lords and Members of the House assemble by this time? Herbert.—They do, my Lord, in the Banqueting Hall. They do await your Highness. Cromwell.—Knowest thou if Mr. Secretary Thurloe is in attendance. Herbert.—I believe not your Highness. I do hear that Mr. Secretary is unable to leave his room. Cromwell.—Tut, tut! [.Herbert Lee is retiring, when Cromwell calls.] Herbert Lee! Herbert Lee! I would look on thee. [To Rachel.] Rachel, dost thou in Herbert’s face recall One who was dear to us as our own life ? Rachel.— Yea, royal cousin, he doth bring to me Thy own brave son, thy first-born Oliver, Who in the hour of triumph met his doom. The scene is fresh upon my mind as though It were before me. Lady Claypole.—I fain would hear it. Rachel, can’st thou tell it ? Smite'em.—I should think she could; I’ve heerd her. I like that! Rachel.—It was a hideous fight, the fight that day; A glorious fight. Upon the bloody plain, The men of sin, who stayed their certain fate, We mowed as stubble to our feet. The rest, Like the Amalekites, they shook and fled. Smite’cm— I see’d ’em. I like that.