They'll soon be tearing at each other's throats.
[Gazing at the starry shy.
How lovely is the night!
Cromwell [aside.] This impious Jew
After yon babbling courtier! The vile crow
Succeeds the magpie. Kuthless, undismayed,
Without remorse, he hastens hitherward,
To seek upon the field his feast of corpses.
Manasseh [with his glass turned upon the sky.
Meanwhile, till the conspirators appear,
I'll study for a bit the curves described
By Eta's satellites in Tau's domain.
I'll knock upon the portal of the temple
With the sacred hammer.
[He puts his eye to the telescope, then pauses.
Only twelve per cent!
In this emergency, doubtless I might
Have forced from Ormond twofold usury.
Cromwell [aside.]Banker to Cavaliers, and Cromwell's spy!
Manasseh [with his eye at the telescope.
The line is curved like a ram's horn, good lack!—
But I've those caroluses from Cologne;
And, clipped or not, good caroluses win.—
In very truth, the eclipse, in that event—
Ten on the dollars, on the ducats nine.
Yes, Cromwell, Ormond, I beguile them both.
All goes well! are you on guard?
Cromwell [impatiently, aside.
Why must they interrupt me at this moment!
None but the owls are frighted by their cry.
But I must answer.
