Murray [to Carr.] I prithee, thy endorsement at the foot
Of my memorial!
Carr [roughly.] To sign thy scrawl
Go bid Beelzebub!
Murray. My lord is wroth!
[To the others.]You all do deafen him!
Waller [to Carr.] I seek a place—
Carr.In Bedlam!
Col. Grace [laughing.] For a poet 'tis most meet.
[To Carr.]Support my plea!
Carr. Nay, Noah in the Ark
Had no more animals than these!
Col. Jephson. My lord,
'Twas I who first proposed in Parliament
That Oliver be king.
Murray. Two words, my lord—
Carr [in a frenzy.]"My lord! my lord!" confusion of strange tongues!
The clash of fetters is a pleasing sound
Beside this clamour! To these priests of Baal
I much prefer a gaoler, by my faith—
And London Tower to the Tower of Babel.
To prison I return. May Israel
Confound them all!
[He forces his way through the crowd, and exit.
Scene 12.—The Same, excepting Carr; later, Thurloe.
Murray.What says he of the Towers of London and
Of Babel?
Serg. Maynard. My lord's friend declares aloud
