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Who feed on horse-flesh!
[General merriment among the courtiers.
Carr [in a frenzy of rage.]Laugh, ye mouths of hell!
Waller [ironically.]I love sweet courtesy.
All. I love sweet courtesy. Let us put him out.
Lenthall [going up to Carr and trying to induce him to leave.
Look you, my good man, if by any chance
His Highness should come in—
[They try to lead Carr away; he resists.
Carr. His Highness should come in—Nay, 'tis not I
Who would go hence, but you.
Whitelocke. Who would go hence, but you. He is a Saint.
Waller.Nay, he's a madman.
Carr. Nay, he's a madman. You are drunken, all!
Drunken with error, pride, and lees of wine;
And it is you who call my wisdom madness!
Broghill.But, friend, his Highness will be here anon.
Carr.And I await him.
Broghill. And I await him. Wherefore?
Carr. And I await him. Wherefore? Presently
My mouth must needs address this Ichabod
Whom you call Highness.
Broghill. Whom you call Highness. Prithee, my good sir,
Entrust to me your business. I will speak
To him for you, and all my influence—
I am Lord Broghill.
Carr [bitterly.] … Broghill. Woe is me! how changed
Is Oliver! An old Republican
Is deemed a blemish in his suite! Broghill—
A Cavalier—my sponsor be with Cromwell!
Thurloe [who has been scrutinizing Carr closely, aside.