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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    Smite’em.-To smite, General. What's the use of being a Centoorian if you can’t smite? I hate that. Cromwell.—Oh, the time will come, faithful old boy; the time will come. Drill your men ready; that is enough now. Smite’em.—I’ll drill’em. March ! Cromwell. Mother Buckthorn, go thou now into the palace and send us a wine cup that we may baptize the Captain. [Exit Mrs. Gentlemen, will you smoke ? Buckthorn. All.—Aye, aye. Cromwell. Fill then your pipes. Joshua, hast thou learned the art? Josh.—Truly, my Lord, I have not. Cromwell, ihou shalt then have thy maiden pipe. Here it is loaded well: sit down [Josh sits and essays to smoke.] Josh.—My Lord, methinks I swallow the smoke. My Lord, it comes through my nose. My Lord, it escapeth b}r my ears. My Lord, it ascendeth into my brain. It sends me giddy, my Tord. [Enter Mrs. Buckthorn with wine.] Mrs. Buckthorn.—Honourable J. B., make not an ass of thyself, give me the pipe. Josh.—I will, beloved, for a cup of wine. Mrs. Buckthorn.—Sweet breathing honeysuckle take the wine. [ Gives wine.] Cromwell.—The old Buck capitulates. Now then, gentlemen, to baptize the Captain. Captain Colman, y our health and further promotion? All.— [Taking wine.'] Captain Colman’s health and further promotion. Smite’em.—General Nolliver, your health. Gentlemen, your healths. Mother Buckthorn, yours. March. [Brinks.] I like that. [Drinks.] Bang! Centoorian, your health. [Drinks.] Captain Colman, your health. [Drinks.] Smite’em-on-tlie- cheek Colman, your health up to his time as a private soldier. [Drinks.] March! Bang! I like that. Cromwell.—Let’s play Crambo. Joshua, give a word. Josh.—Jeremy White. Cromwell.— The happy wight, We fixed him tight, With Deborah Stand-up-right.