ACT FOURTH. THE SENTINEL
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The saints?
[Sound of footsteps behind the trees.
Ah! now I am at ease once more!
Here are my murderers!
Scene 3.—The Same, Lord Ormond, Lord Rosebery, Lord Drogheda, Lord Clifford, Doctor Jenkins, Sedley, Sir Peter Downie, Sir William Murray.
[The Cavaliers enter stealthily, Lords Ormond and Rosebery at their head. They wear broad-brimmed hats, with brims turned down, and ample cloaks, the skirts raised by their long swords. They are talking together in low tones.—Cromwell replaces his musket on his shoulder and takes his stand under the archway of the postern.
Rosebery [to the others.
This is the place.
Ormond. 'Tis so. I know it well.
[Pointing to the gate in whose shadow Cromwell stands concealed.
The royal hunt did enter here of yore.
Cromwell [aside.]'Tis they. At last I know with whom I deal!
Downie [to Lord Ormond.
Wilmot should meet us here.
Cromwell [shrugging his shoulders, aside.
He's far too clever.
Drogheda [to Downie.]But can he? Must he not give precedence
To his official duties? Thinkest thou
The collar for his neck is over large?
