Cromwell.The chaplain's love was known to you?
Dame Guggligoy [aside.] Great God!
Cromwell.And you approved it?
Dame Guggligoy. Knew of it, my lord?
Approved it?—I?—My lord, I swear to you—
[Aside.]So he's betrayed me! Ah! the perjured knave!
'Tis plain to see from his affrighted air
That some—
Cromwell. I know all.
Dame Guggligoy [aside.]I had guessed as much.
Rochester [aside.] Gad! 'tis a transformation unforeseen
And hard to stomach!
Dame Guggligoy [throwing herself at Cromwell's feet.
Pardon, good my lord!
Cromwell [turning away.
She plays the prude. [He motions to her to rise.
Good Master Obededom
Is of our friends, and in his heart has nought
That lacks our sanction.
Dame Guggligoy. May he then aspire
To her he loves?
Cromwell. Whom does he love, I pray,
Who is so far above him? You!
Dame Guggligoy. What? I?
Cromwell.Yourself. Ask him the question if you will.
[To Rochester.
Is it not true? Speak, sirrah.
Rochester [confused.] I agree—