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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    Duke. There is show of truth in your words; still doth the plot savour of assassination, and I like it not, It sounded well in France; in Whitehall ’tis coarse and ravenly, Leonine. It must be done. At this last hour) with everything prosperous to the event, the Crown of England taken by blood, must be restored by it. Your Grace falters no more. Duke.—No more. I feel I am guided by men. Leonine. [Aside.-]—Which means he would rather be guided by women, from whom, for once, we have enticed him. [To Duke.] Truly, Sire, you are guided by honest men who would die for you. Duke. Most certainly. Silence; here comes the honourable Joshua Buckthorn; Jack, should things ever come to pass, I’ll have that fellow to laugh at, at any cost. Enter Josh. Josh.—My Lords, I cannot find the book; nor high nor low can I find it; ’tis most strange, I had it even in mine hand this hour. Enter Frances Cromwell. Frances.—What lookest thou for, Mr. Buckthorn ? Josh.—Ridge’s History of the Palace, my Lady Frances, the which I would have lended my Lords, who, from his Eminence, come to his Highness. Frances.—I’ faith, good Sir, I am the offender, I have the book here, and will with much pleasure surrender it to our guests. I pray you, fair Lord, accept. [To the Duke.] [Exit Frances. Josh.—’Tis her Highness Frances; ’tis said by some that if his Highness could bring about a match between her and Charles, yclept the King in France, he would even restore the Crown, and himself hold the army as Generalissimo. Duke.—By de St. George and Dragon, dat be good, Mr. Butthorn. Josh.—Buckthorn, BUCK, an please your Grace. Duke. —Pardon, Mr Buckthorn, dat be admirable an idea. Leonine. [Aside].—I must get him off, ’tis a weak point; alas! the weakest. [To the Duke.] My Lord, affairs of state of de vast moment fill de spirit and de body of de Honourable Monsieur; ve really, empressment, must go. [Both to Josh.] Adieu! Honourable Monsieur.