[Aloud.]Fair sir, I have no wish to ruin you.
Cromwell [in amazement, disdainfully.
Thou sayest?
Rochester. On the contrary, I come
To give you counsel: in this place, your speech
Is far too contumacious.
Cromwell. Mine?
Rochester. Ay, yours.
Go hence, or I shall summon aid.
Cromwell [aside.] He's mad.
[Aloud.]What moves thee to address me in this wise?
Rochester.Reflect that you're 'neath the Protector's roof.
Cromwell.Who art thou, pray?
Rochester. His lowliest servitor,
His chaplain.
Cromwell [hotly.] Thou dost lie with strange assurance.
My chaplain, thou?
Rochester [in dire alarm, aside.] 'Tis Cromwell! O my God!
What do I hear? 'Tis Cromwell! There must be
A traitor 'mongst us!
Cromwell.Thou should'st drag thyself
Before me on thy knees, thou rank impostor!
Rochester.Pardon, my lord—your Highness—
[Aside.] Does one say
Your Highness or your Grace?
[Aloud.] Pray pardon me.
My error comes from all too hot a zeal
Against your foes. Words indistinctly heard—
Cromwell.But why this falsehood?
Rochester. 'Twas a dream, whereof
My deep devotion did anticipate
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